For a moment he sees himself, and he doesn't know if it's his own mind or the creature twined around his heart. Pity stabs him like a blade, and he loosens his grip.
"I doubt it would let you die, now that it's become attached to you. Count yourself fortunate that it wants you to survive, even if you disagree with it."
His voice is quiet. There's a tinge of bitter pain to it, the flash of an old wound.
Avery shakes his head. "That's impossible. She's never acted like this before." He glares up at the wizard. "The Vanessa I know would never have done this. You have to have done something to her!"
It should make anger rise in him all over again. Instead, there's nothing but a hollow sense of emptiness.
Couldn't he have gloated? Smirked and made him believe that, yes, that was exactly what happened? Dragged him further and further down? The wizard had already destroyed his life by saving it, had transformed him into some soul stealing monster with a parasite in his guts, but this...
Somehow, this hurts the most of all.
"I'm going to bed," Avery mutters, and pushes himself to his feet. Every step feels weighted, dragged behind him. The beautiful green of the forest just looks grey.
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"I doubt it would let you die, now that it's become attached to you. Count yourself fortunate that it wants you to survive, even if you disagree with it."
His voice is quiet. There's a tinge of bitter pain to it, the flash of an old wound.
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Still, even as he sinks to the ground, a thought gnaws at him. He has to know. "Did you do this to her too?"
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"To her? I did nothing at all. She has more than enough power of her own." He would have thought the ice would be proof enough.
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Couldn't he have gloated? Smirked and made him believe that, yes, that was exactly what happened? Dragged him further and further down? The wizard had already destroyed his life by saving it, had transformed him into some soul stealing monster with a parasite in his guts, but this...
Somehow, this hurts the most of all.
"I'm going to bed," Avery mutters, and pushes himself to his feet. Every step feels weighted, dragged behind him. The beautiful green of the forest just looks grey.