[ the very first thing moiraine ever taught him in horos was that he could not under any circumstances let the enemy take him.
he'd learned that in his waking moments. he's since met people who had less violent awakenings on that same day he'd arrived, but it's always been firm in his mind. the kenoma serve the Dark. his power and destiny cannot be allowed to be theirs. if they have the upper hand they will not give him any choice in the matter. recent events haven't given him any reason to believe otherwise. nothing about meeting more of them (or the regent) has lessened his bone-deep horror at the idea of being taken to achamoth.
so it's as he promised amos, maybe a full day ago now: if he really is to be taken there, he'll fight every step of the way. he'll take every window of opportunity to get free or die trying. either is better than the alternative. he might not have canniness or experience (or sense), but he has stubbornness in spades.
there isn't much time to process the correction in name, or the way her bleeding slows, or the implications of that freezing detachment he can feel from her. how many times has he felt the connection of shared legacy? he's talked to dokja recently, been around abel enough times.
there isn't much time at all. he's taken maybe two steps by the time ciel is in front of him, much too fast, and by then his world has exploded into pain. he doesn't fall, but he does stumble until his back hits the wall, hands rising to his face. when he lashes out this time, it's blindly, a wave of fire cascading from his fingertips. ]
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he'd learned that in his waking moments. he's since met people who had less violent awakenings on that same day he'd arrived, but it's always been firm in his mind. the kenoma serve the Dark. his power and destiny cannot be allowed to be theirs. if they have the upper hand they will not give him any choice in the matter. recent events haven't given him any reason to believe otherwise. nothing about meeting more of them (or the regent) has lessened his bone-deep horror at the idea of being taken to achamoth.
so it's as he promised amos, maybe a full day ago now: if he really is to be taken there, he'll fight every step of the way. he'll take every window of opportunity to get free or die trying. either is better than the alternative. he might not have canniness or experience (or sense), but he has stubbornness in spades.
there isn't much time to process the correction in name, or the way her bleeding slows, or the implications of that freezing detachment he can feel from her. how many times has he felt the connection of shared legacy? he's talked to dokja recently, been around abel enough times.
there isn't much time at all. he's taken maybe two steps by the time ciel is in front of him, much too fast, and by then his world has exploded into pain. he doesn't fall, but he does stumble until his back hits the wall, hands rising to his face. when he lashes out this time, it's blindly, a wave of fire cascading from his fingertips. ]