[The words batter his mind, his resolve, some kindly others less so. He types out more than one response and deletes them.
'I wish I'd died instead. I wish I could peel my skin off and find the rotted part of me I can taste to at least be rid of that. I wish I'd switched back to Bane sooner...but would he have condone all of this? Would he have condoned what I was? If he had how could I ever have considered forsaking the Raven Queen?'
All deleted in the span of moments between messages until all he can see is the last few. Doubt. Still, doubt that Chris thought any less of him for what he'd been made to do despite his assurances.
I need you. I can't breathe.
He shouldn't go to him. Would it help? If it would help Wolfe...
He tries to cling to the assurances he's been offered. That he would never do that, be that in his own mind. That, were all the pieces together, that heinousness wasn't of Chris Sonom.
But what if they drug him again? What if they break him apart into what they need? That part of him was still in him, still part of him. Somewhere in him, he was capable of that violence to someone so important to him... After the Siren...he'd thought there was a line he wouldn't cross...but maybe the siren's instincts should have been a warning.]
Chrystal didn't deserve to die just to become me. She'd be disgusted. And disappointed. My family back home too
[A sob cracks through, unbidden, from his chest and tears dampen his lashes even as he blinks them away. Where would Wolfe be? Switch Street...
Chris moves to the edge of the cliff in the forest, the crash of the waves below a comfort. This wouldn't be a kindness, but maybe he was simply made of unkindness.
Just a few weeks back, he's said using Gate to pull someone through to you was a waste of energy, and yet he lets loose his most powerful spell now, the swirling vortex opening there in the forest as Chris stands at the edge of the cliff in front of it. In the empty meeting room in Switch Street, a matching vortex opens just before Wolfe, the tugging power of it overwhelming to pull its intended target through.]
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'I wish I'd died instead.
I wish I could peel my skin off and find the rotted part of me I can taste to at least be rid of that.
I wish I'd switched back to Bane sooner...but would he have condone all of this? Would he have condoned what I was? If he had how could I ever have considered forsaking the Raven Queen?'
All deleted in the span of moments between messages until all he can see is the last few. Doubt. Still, doubt that Chris thought any less of him for what he'd been made to do despite his assurances.
I need you. I can't breathe.
He shouldn't go to him. Would it help?
If it would help Wolfe...
He tries to cling to the assurances he's been offered. That he would never do that, be that in his own mind. That, were all the pieces together, that heinousness wasn't of Chris Sonom.
But what if they drug him again? What if they break him apart into what they need? That part of him was still in him, still part of him. Somewhere in him, he was capable of that violence to someone so important to him...
After the Siren...he'd thought there was a line he wouldn't cross...but maybe the siren's instincts should have been a warning.]
Chrystal didn't deserve to die just to become me. She'd be disgusted. And disappointed.
My family back home too
[A sob cracks through, unbidden, from his chest and tears dampen his lashes even as he blinks them away. Where would Wolfe be? Switch Street...
Chris moves to the edge of the cliff in the forest, the crash of the waves below a comfort. This wouldn't be a kindness, but maybe he was simply made of unkindness.
Just a few weeks back, he's said using Gate to pull someone through to you was a waste of energy, and yet he lets loose his most powerful spell now, the swirling vortex opening there in the forest as Chris stands at the edge of the cliff in front of it. In the empty meeting room in Switch Street, a matching vortex opens just before Wolfe, the tugging power of it overwhelming to pull its intended target through.]