[But other than that, Dion listens. His mouth presses into a thin line as he does, and his brows draw together. His expression borders on fury, but who's surprised with a tale like that. Dion's never come face to face with Suri, but he already knows enough to loathe the creature. Even still, his blood does begin to boil, enough that he briefly toys with the idea of throwing caution to the wind and chasing that very wretch down and making him pay.
Toys with it, but ultimately tucks it away. He knows where he needs to be, and it's right here.]
I would tell you to not blame yourself for something you had no control over, but it seems you have a grasp on that already. [He exhales.] But I must caution you to keep your fury in check. You are right to be angry, but if he has been able to use you once...
[Dion's gaze grows distant. Briefly, he finds himself in the throne room, watching his father take a spear meant for a monster.]
I know you are strong. So please... do not play into his hand.
[ Dion has more faith in Joshua than Joshua has in himself. At least he looks like he has a grasp on it, from the outside. Though he's far from the days where he did actively blame himself, there are still so many thoughts of what he could have done differently. So many nightmares where it was his fault.
But he won't say any of that. He won't break the illusion. Dion believes in him, and he wants to cling to that. ]
I... I try. I do.
[ He takes in a breath, reaching out to cup his tea with one hand. Not to lift to his lips, just to touch. The heat on the side of the cup gives him a sensation to focus on. ]
Beiwe's blessing gives me some protection from his influence, I believe, or at least from being corrupted again. But you do not have that protection. If he has turned me against my brother, I fear what might happen if...
[ If he gets his claws into Dion. But he doesn't even want to speak that into possibility. ]
I will not go after him. As much as I desire nothing more, I will not.
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[But other than that, Dion listens. His mouth presses into a thin line as he does, and his brows draw together. His expression borders on fury, but who's surprised with a tale like that. Dion's never come face to face with Suri, but he already knows enough to loathe the creature. Even still, his blood does begin to boil, enough that he briefly toys with the idea of throwing caution to the wind and chasing that very wretch down and making him pay.
Toys with it, but ultimately tucks it away. He knows where he needs to be, and it's right here.]
I would tell you to not blame yourself for something you had no control over, but it seems you have a grasp on that already. [He exhales.] But I must caution you to keep your fury in check. You are right to be angry, but if he has been able to use you once...
[Dion's gaze grows distant. Briefly, he finds himself in the throne room, watching his father take a spear meant for a monster.]
I know you are strong. So please... do not play into his hand.
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But he won't say any of that. He won't break the illusion. Dion believes in him, and he wants to cling to that. ]
I... I try. I do.
[ He takes in a breath, reaching out to cup his tea with one hand. Not to lift to his lips, just to touch. The heat on the side of the cup gives him a sensation to focus on. ]
Beiwe's blessing gives me some protection from his influence, I believe, or at least from being corrupted again. But you do not have that protection. If he has turned me against my brother, I fear what might happen if...
[ If he gets his claws into Dion. But he doesn't even want to speak that into possibility. ]
I will not go after him. As much as I desire nothing more, I will not.