[ He’s powerless to do anything but watch as the monster (he has to keep thinking of it like that to remind himself to not think of it as Bryn anymore) finishes Hubert off in the most horrifying way possible. Ah. He’s failed both Hubert and Somnus now. How many more will die now? How many will he fail by sunrise?
For a moment the life goes out of his pitch black eyes. What does it matter now? He wanted to die, didn’t he? That’s what all astral beasts should want. Freedom from their endless curse. He should have died as a child, and now he’s lived too long - it’s only right he dies. He had tried to go so far as to even offer his life to Heisenberg, won’t this be enough?
No. You can’t die like this.
A voice that isn’t his keeps yelling in his mind. Just as it did at Stella’s trial, when it told him to keep the details of his own power, of the effects of his mana on others, to himself.
You have to get up! You have to get up right now!
Strange. He doesn’t recognize the voice at all, and yet somehow it’s familiar and comforting all the same.
If you don’t have the strength to get up then you will have mine!
He can tell his earring is getting hot. Hotter and hotter like a furnace.
I’m not going to let another one of you just die…!
Shakily Orthrus begins to move, pushing himself up with his arms, fueled entirely by his father’s fire and love for all of his children. ]
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For a moment the life goes out of his pitch black eyes. What does it matter now? He wanted to die, didn’t he? That’s what all astral beasts should want. Freedom from their endless curse. He should have died as a child, and now he’s lived too long - it’s only right he dies. He had tried to go so far as to even offer his life to Heisenberg, won’t this be enough?
No. You can’t die like this.
A voice that isn’t his keeps yelling in his mind. Just as it did at Stella’s trial, when it told him to keep the details of his own power, of the effects of his mana on others, to himself.
You have to get up! You have to get up right now!
Strange. He doesn’t recognize the voice at all, and yet somehow it’s familiar and comforting all the same.
If you don’t have the strength to get up then you will have mine!
He can tell his earring is getting hot. Hotter and hotter like a furnace.
I’m not going to let another one of you just die…!
Shakily Orthrus begins to move, pushing himself up with his arms, fueled entirely by his father’s fire and love for all of his children. ]