If I insult you, it is not with enmity, but the truth. [Alastair is too close, too vivid to ignore, no matter how his mind works to weed out temptation-- the thought of peace rather than pain. Fleeting weakness, sunk down into the marrow of his bones. He must be steel, he must be iron, braced against mortality and the jeers of his miserable jailors.
But it hurts him no less to watch his former brother walk away. Catches his breath somewhere in his throat when he stops, red eyes only half-lidded as they wait, focused only on instinct alone; too broken to glance away in the moment.]
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But it hurts him no less to watch his former brother walk away. Catches his breath somewhere in his throat when he stops, red eyes only half-lidded as they wait, focused only on instinct alone; too broken to glance away in the moment.]