[It takes a while, and some coaxing, but kisses have a way of winning out in the end so eventually he just sighs and finally relaxes a whole...like, fraction.]
I know it wasn't easy for you, either.
[No one would find it easy to watch all of that, but especially not Ryn, considering.]
[...but, well. no one expected it to be lavi, for nameless. uriel for zagreus. and then today, where they don't know what happened. he's not looking at thancred, at first, a little distressed sound muffled against his shirt as his ears flatten.
he is thinking, though.]
...I don't know. What do you think I even could do? [a little helpless, there.] I can't fight you effectively. I've got a few things I could try, and I might, I just-- if you were genuinely trying to hurt me...
[ugh. another few moments of silence.]
Probably best if I don't tell you exactly what I'd do. But it'd kill you, wouldn't it, to wake up and realize you'd murdered me?
I'd fight back. Don't know if I'd win, but I would try.
[He gathers him in, one hand coming up to hold the back of his head, curling around him as best he can like even now the instinct to shield him is strong. It makes it easier to murmur against his ear, quiet.]
If I try something against you, you need to take out my sight first. Cut them, throw something over my head, flash something bright in my eyes. Don't let me get close to you. If you think you're far enough away that you've got time to see an attack coming, you don't. You'll still be in range of the daggers if I throw them.
[He lets out a shaking breath. Draws another one in.]
If I'm hunting you, watch for cover I could use to hide in above you. I'll take high ground. My eyes first, then my legs. Fight dirty and hit me anywhere you know I'm wounded. Try to open enough wounds that I can't keep up with you, and collapse from the bloodloss. When I'm incapacitated, cut my wrists or my throat and run, and leave me to bleed out. All right?
[soft, but no less emphatic for it. he's listening, he is, but.]
Thancred, I was a healer. Do you think I don't know enough about the body to make it quick, if I got you down first? I'm not leaving you to bleed out alone, shut your damned mouth.
...I know. Just- trust me to do what I can to live. Leverage what I have. If it comes to it... I don't want to kill you, I don't, but I promise I'll try not to leave you to live with it.
[It's a soothing noise, not a hushing one. Gods, if only there were a way to hold Ryn tight enough that the subconscious fears hanging over them could be forced to recede, even just a little distance — but there isn't.]
[if only there were, honestly. he'd do it in a heartbeat.
he's silent for a few moments.]
I've told you a bit about the Void. About the whispers. If you delve too deep, the things that you find there-- it's not about resisting, anymore. It isn't possible to.
I was... overconfident. I pushed too far, trying to draw more power from it, and what I touched was... [his ears flick, hard, as he shakes his head.] I got the power I was looking for, but it was too much. I wasn't myself when it killed me, I don't know if anyone tried to stop it, or if I lashed out at them, all I heard was-- it was only the voices.
Why is it only here, then, that such things are suppressed? We call it being "dead" when someone leaves here and goes there, but those were words given to us, weren't they? We didn't come up with them ourselves. And it's nonsensical to think that one might be dead only to become more dead.
[He hums.]
If our powers were a threat to whatever is keeping us in this position, we'd lack them on every level. It can't be a question of security; why should one plane be any more or less vulnerable than another? So why keep them from us here and only here?
That's always felt off to me, yes-- calling it dying when we're already dead. I mean, not many better words for it, but...
[still weird.]
I've been assuming something along the lines of-- I don't know, that they're already out of consideration so it doesn't matter. One of them said there are other people and demons there that just ignore them all, that they assumed it's the hell we go to after this if we don't make it out.
Consideration for a game we didn't ask to play, but were tossed into regardless.
[Idly, he pets Ryn's tentacles.]
But then why cheat? If it were one person given advantage over all the others from the start, why bother with the whole of the game to begin with? Just choose a favorite, afford them the favor, and hang the rest of us. And if it's not one of us that's behind the malevolent influence, then who benefits from introducing it at all?
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I know it wasn't easy for you, either.
[No one would find it easy to watch all of that, but especially not Ryn, considering.]
I'm sorry. It's been a hell of a few days on you.
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[they're both here. both alive. that matters a lot, after all of it.]
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[Without thinking, he holds him a little tighter, gripping a bit more like he was doing at the trial.]
Do you know what you'll do, if someday I'm forced to hurt you?
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[...but, well. no one expected it to be lavi, for nameless. uriel for zagreus. and then today, where they don't know what happened. he's not looking at thancred, at first, a little distressed sound muffled against his shirt as his ears flatten.
he is thinking, though.]
...I don't know. What do you think I even could do? [a little helpless, there.] I can't fight you effectively. I've got a few things I could try, and I might, I just-- if you were genuinely trying to hurt me...
[ugh. another few moments of silence.]
Probably best if I don't tell you exactly what I'd do. But it'd kill you, wouldn't it, to wake up and realize you'd murdered me?
I'd fight back. Don't know if I'd win, but I would try.
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If I try something against you, you need to take out my sight first. Cut them, throw something over my head, flash something bright in my eyes. Don't let me get close to you. If you think you're far enough away that you've got time to see an attack coming, you don't. You'll still be in range of the daggers if I throw them.
[He lets out a shaking breath. Draws another one in.]
If I'm hunting you, watch for cover I could use to hide in above you. I'll take high ground. My eyes first, then my legs. Fight dirty and hit me anywhere you know I'm wounded. Try to open enough wounds that I can't keep up with you, and collapse from the bloodloss. When I'm incapacitated, cut my wrists or my throat and run, and leave me to bleed out. All right?
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[soft, but no less emphatic for it. he's listening, he is, but.]
Thancred, I was a healer. Do you think I don't know enough about the body to make it quick, if I got you down first? I'm not leaving you to bleed out alone, shut your damned mouth.
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[Then, gods forbid, he'll have a plan. A ready-made plan just waiting in his mind for malevolence to come in and claim it.]
So long as you understand. You cannot let me get close to you. Don't get careless thinking that just because I'm on the ground, I'm no threat.
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[There's something twinging in his voice that suggests he's not really saying that for Ryn's benefit at all, but for himself.]
...Gods. I thought that nightmare was behind me.
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[after a few moments-]
If it were me-- would you do the same?
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Yes.
[He shifts his hand, running the pad of his thumb along Ryn's cheek.]
I wouldn't leave you to wake up to the horror of what you'd done.
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[he tilts his head into the touch, there. that's- it's the answer he wants, as much as he wants to live.]
I- lost myself, when I died. Still don't remember all of it-- maybe people died, maybe they didn't, but I don't...
Don't let me wake up and know it happened.
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[It's a soothing noise, not a hushing one. Gods, if only there were a way to hold Ryn tight enough that the subconscious fears hanging over them could be forced to recede, even just a little distance — but there isn't.]
Tell me what you do remember...?
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he's silent for a few moments.]
I've told you a bit about the Void. About the whispers. If you delve too deep, the things that you find there-- it's not about resisting, anymore. It isn't possible to.
I was... overconfident. I pushed too far, trying to draw more power from it, and what I touched was... [his ears flick, hard, as he shakes his head.] I got the power I was looking for, but it was too much. I wasn't myself when it killed me, I don't know if anyone tried to stop it, or if I lashed out at them, all I heard was-- it was only the voices.
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[Sounds awfully familiar, in the worst possible way.]
Do you still hear them now?
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I don't know what would happen if I could, but they've said-- they have their capabilities back, after dying.
[so-- maybe some of his fears about dying make a different kind of sense, now.]
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[Well, that's. Hm.]
...I wonder.
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[He hums.]
If our powers were a threat to whatever is keeping us in this position, we'd lack them on every level. It can't be a question of security; why should one plane be any more or less vulnerable than another? So why keep them from us here and only here?
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[still weird.]
I've been assuming something along the lines of-- I don't know, that they're already out of consideration so it doesn't matter. One of them said there are other people and demons there that just ignore them all, that they assumed it's the hell we go to after this if we don't make it out.
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[Idly, he pets Ryn's tentacles.]
But then why cheat? If it were one person given advantage over all the others from the start, why bother with the whole of the game to begin with? Just choose a favorite, afford them the favor, and hang the rest of us. And if it's not one of us that's behind the malevolent influence, then who benefits from introducing it at all?
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[the tentacles wind easily around his wrist and fingers, affectionate.]
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