The moment she'd grabbed onto he felt it. A pain surging through the back of his head. The two tangled knots of aether that made 'him' desperately tightening as if to prove they were but one being.Â
He ripped his arm from her grip, gazing at Edda in shock. "...deserve?" He was searching for the words to say as he tried to keep conscious. "Nobody deserves to be treated horribly." He was unsure whether those were his own words, or the words of the man who had died saving him. It didn't matter, he meant them either way.
As the man looked down to face her, all there was was pain. Pain on her face. Pain likely on his. The pain he was experiencing now. "Pain can heal. Regrets...do not."
He looked around the room, dazed, as if he didn't recognize parts of it. "...need...go...", the rest of the words only mumbled. Â What he was aware of, was that he did not want Edda to see him like this. As he pushed past her to the door, managing to open it, leaving the room.Â
Franz would get very far before a crash could be heard. The tray toppled over on the ground and the unconscious man sprawled on the floor, likely being greeted by the past.
He ripped his arm from her grip, gazing at Edda in shock. "...deserve?" He was searching for the words to say as he tried to keep conscious. "Nobody deserves to be treated horribly." He was unsure whether those were his own words, or the words of the man who had died saving him. It didn't matter, he meant them either way.
As the man looked down to face her, all there was was pain. Pain on her face. Pain likely on his. The pain he was experiencing now. "Pain can heal. Regrets...do not."
He looked around the room, dazed, as if he didn't recognize parts of it. "...need...go...", the rest of the words only mumbled. Â What he was aware of, was that he did not want Edda to see him like this. As he pushed past her to the door, managing to open it, leaving the room.Â
Franz would get very far before a crash could be heard. The tray toppled over on the ground and the unconscious man sprawled on the floor, likely being greeted by the past.
