[Mikleo is in too deep at this point; he doesn't even see Lailah when she arrives. He'd reached out to her and was listening for her, though, so when she calls his name he turns towards her, searching through the dark clouds to try and find her. Okay? How can she say that? How can she be so calm? He's right here and Sorey's--
--Sorey's not... doing anything. Hasn't done a thing since they hit the ground.
He's never seen a hellion so docile before.
He turns his gaze downwards again, seeking features, a familiar face, some indication of reality. It's hard. It's hard to look at Sorey like this, and as much as he tries, he can't see anything else. His chest hurts, everything's constricting, and he feels faint. He almost hears a voice, but it's muffled, as if coming from some great distance- too far to make out the words, too faint to be recognizable.]
...I... but I can feel malevolence, there's... it's everywhere, don't you...?
[She doesn't. He realizes it even as his own words trail off into silence, and it's that stab of logic that forces him away, extracting his fingers from around Sorey's wrists one by one and slowly crawling backwards until he's no longer touching the helli- ...Sorey. He stares down at the floor rather than either of them, seated on his knees near the opposite wall, one hand lifting to press against his chest, fighting against the dissonance between what he sees, what he feels, and what he's hearing.
It's okay.
The malevolence is crawling, soaking, bleeding into them.
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--Sorey's not... doing anything. Hasn't done a thing since they hit the ground.
He's never seen a hellion so docile before.
He turns his gaze downwards again, seeking features, a familiar face, some indication of reality. It's hard. It's hard to look at Sorey like this, and as much as he tries, he can't see anything else. His chest hurts, everything's constricting, and he feels faint. He almost hears a voice, but it's muffled, as if coming from some great distance- too far to make out the words, too faint to be recognizable.]
...I... but I can feel malevolence, there's... it's everywhere, don't you...?
[She doesn't. He realizes it even as his own words trail off into silence, and it's that stab of logic that forces him away, extracting his fingers from around Sorey's wrists one by one and slowly crawling backwards until he's no longer touching the helli- ...Sorey. He stares down at the floor rather than either of them, seated on his knees near the opposite wall, one hand lifting to press against his chest, fighting against the dissonance between what he sees, what he feels, and what he's hearing.
It's okay.
The malevolence is crawling, soaking, bleeding into them.
It's okay.
Like a weight on his chest, clawing at his soul.
It's okay.
Sorey is-- Sorey is--]