The entity's question cuts through the haze of Ryunosuke's confusion and nausea. In addition to the effects of its presence within his mind, he's reeling with raw, animal panic: terrified by the sounds and the sights all clashing around him, claws slashing, earth rumbling, lightning crackling through the air--
What? No-- No, of course I won't! he practically shouts in reply at the being. He doesn't even know which 'cause' it's referring to. Protecting Estinien? Fighting the Regent? Proving to this entity that peace CAN be achieved without it using its freaky powers trap everyone in an endless hollow delusion? Take your pick, the answer is the same for all of them.
He rises shakily to his feet, his heart pounding against his chest, still clutching his head in his one non-glowing hand. His mismatched wing and tail both flare out to help him balance, as he gets a good look at the chaos all around him.
I don't want to surrender! But I don't know what to DO! What CAN I do!? Against ANY of this!?!
He's almost telling the thing off as much as he is pleading with it to understand. He is literally trying his best here, with the extremely limited options available to him. He wants to be able to protect people from the Kenoma and the Regent so badly that his damn body changed in reaction to that newfound resolve, but how can he compete with the raw power on display here? He feels like a tiny mouse trapped in a room full of rampaging elephants--
Something else occurs to him just then: Thoma's still in here, completely unable to defend himself from any of the crossfire that's happening around him. Still fighting against the symptoms ravaging his body, he does an incredibly stupid and haphazard blind somersault across the storehouse, casting up another bubble mid-dive so that he can roll closer to where the other Pleroma is, scoot over, and huddle close enough that he can recast over both of them. It's sloppy, and he definitely makes himself feel even more nauseous from doing it, but he can't leave Thoma twisting in the wind like that. He probably doesn't have many more of these damn forcefields left in him though, especially with his concentration as rattled as it is...
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What? No-- No, of course I won't! he practically shouts in reply at the being. He doesn't even know which 'cause' it's referring to. Protecting Estinien? Fighting the Regent? Proving to this entity that peace CAN be achieved without it using its freaky powers trap everyone in an endless hollow delusion? Take your pick, the answer is the same for all of them.
He rises shakily to his feet, his heart pounding against his chest, still clutching his head in his one non-glowing hand. His mismatched wing and tail both flare out to help him balance, as he gets a good look at the chaos all around him.
I don't want to surrender! But I don't know what to DO! What CAN I do!? Against ANY of this!?!
He's almost telling the thing off as much as he is pleading with it to understand. He is literally trying his best here, with the extremely limited options available to him. He wants to be able to protect people from the Kenoma and the Regent so badly that his damn body changed in reaction to that newfound resolve, but how can he compete with the raw power on display here? He feels like a tiny mouse trapped in a room full of rampaging elephants--
Something else occurs to him just then: Thoma's still in here, completely unable to defend himself from any of the crossfire that's happening around him. Still fighting against the symptoms ravaging his body, he does an incredibly stupid and haphazard blind somersault across the storehouse, casting up another bubble mid-dive so that he can roll closer to where the other Pleroma is, scoot over, and huddle close enough that he can recast over both of them. It's sloppy, and he definitely makes himself feel even more nauseous from doing it, but he can't leave Thoma twisting in the wind like that. He probably doesn't have many more of these damn forcefields left in him though, especially with his concentration as rattled as it is...