'She'd have been tricked and captured. Forced and berated into becoming something she should not be.'
Era's breath hitches. A sharp inhalation as her body stiffens suddenly. Because Haurchefant's thoughts are far, far too accurate. Tricked and captured and tortured and dehumanized. They demanded information she would never dare give. They ripped every scale from her body. They drained her aether to the point of death.
They would never have meant to make a Primal - she was naught but an inconsequential friend to their Warrior of Light - but that was what happened in the end.
She buries her face against his broad chest but doesn't dare wrap her arms around him. However dearly Era wishes to hug him it is not her place. He is not her Haurchefant. He doesn't know her. The fact that he is even doing so much for her right now is just a testament to how wonderful a person he is. She wraps her arms around herself instead, fingers pressed so firmly against her flesh that a few of her new, brittle scales fall off her forearms.
It is this that makes Era wish to cry again. The straw on the Dhamel's back. Never has she been one to cry. Never has she sobbed, whole body quaking with her sadness.
But she is in the arms of a Haurchefant who is not her own. Who understands what would have caused a Warrior of Light to turn into that which they were meant to destroy. Who has reassured her that there is at least one person who would have forgiven her.
So she lets the sob burst out of her throat unhindered. A sound she has never made before and is painful on her throat. She can barely breathe, nor see. There are too many tears. Her emotions are tumultuous and agonizing.
All she can do is cry and cry and hiccup out apologies between choked breaths.
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Era's breath hitches. A sharp inhalation as her body stiffens suddenly. Because Haurchefant's thoughts are far, far too accurate. Tricked and captured and tortured and dehumanized. They demanded information she would never dare give. They ripped every scale from her body. They drained her aether to the point of death.
They would never have meant to make a Primal - she was naught but an inconsequential friend to their Warrior of Light - but that was what happened in the end.
She buries her face against his broad chest but doesn't dare wrap her arms around him. However dearly Era wishes to hug him it is not her place. He is not her Haurchefant. He doesn't know her. The fact that he is even doing so much for her right now is just a testament to how wonderful a person he is. She wraps her arms around herself instead, fingers pressed so firmly against her flesh that a few of her new, brittle scales fall off her forearms.
It is this that makes Era wish to cry again. The straw on the Dhamel's back. Never has she been one to cry. Never has she sobbed, whole body quaking with her sadness.
But she is in the arms of a Haurchefant who is not her own. Who understands what would have caused a Warrior of Light to turn into that which they were meant to destroy. Who has reassured her that there is at least one person who would have forgiven her.
So she lets the sob burst out of her throat unhindered. A sound she has never made before and is painful on her throat. She can barely breathe, nor see. There are too many tears. Her emotions are tumultuous and agonizing.
All she can do is cry and cry and hiccup out apologies between choked breaths.