Then w-w- [He closes his eyes, lowering his head as he sneers.]
Then why even try? I'll be fine. Okay? I'll always be fine.
[He... he knows why Darkleer tried, why he messaged him, why he's acting like this. He's pretty sure he knows, and is pretty sure Darkleer doesn't, or is at least reluctant to admit why. Summoner is empathetic if anything, and he can tell, but he doesn't want that to be the issue. It'd be easier if Darkleer was still an emotionless wall to him, still contesting him as he did when he first arrived. That would make this all easier.]
[This place is a lie, a false paradise that will only go away and it's useless to make anything more of his time here besides calm leisure before his unending war wraps around him again. When the cries of his men and the sounds of lance and claw echo around him, drowning out the screams and illusions in his mind. Unlike this place which is so quiet, there's nothing else he can hear, and there isn't even anything he, or anyone else can do to stop it. And that's fine, it's his burden alone. This blue blood executioner will only confuse himself further by continuing these encounters, and Summoner really doesn't need-- He sees the other's hand twitching, subtly, Lysunder's eyes dragging slowly up to look at Darkleer's face again, as if scared to lock gaze with him for a second time, despite his spectacles--
action;
Then w-w- [He closes his eyes, lowering his head as he sneers.]
Then why even try? I'll be fine. Okay? I'll always be fine.
[He... he knows why Darkleer tried, why he messaged him, why he's acting like this. He's pretty sure he knows, and is pretty sure Darkleer doesn't, or is at least reluctant to admit why. Summoner is empathetic if anything, and he can tell, but he doesn't want that to be the issue. It'd be easier if Darkleer was still an emotionless wall to him, still contesting him as he did when he first arrived. That would make this all easier.]
[This place is a lie, a false paradise that will only go away and it's useless to make anything more of his time here besides calm leisure before his unending war wraps around him again. When the cries of his men and the sounds of lance and claw echo around him, drowning out the screams and illusions in his mind. Unlike this place which is so quiet, there's nothing else he can hear, and there isn't even anything he, or anyone else can do to stop it. And that's fine, it's his burden alone. This blue blood executioner will only confuse himself further by continuing these encounters, and Summoner really doesn't need-- He sees the other's hand twitching, subtly, Lysunder's eyes dragging slowly up to look at Darkleer's face again, as if scared to lock gaze with him for a second time, despite his spectacles--
He really can't afford to make attachments.]
Okay?