"Thehn gho sihng ter them." Ru'in barks at Jigano dismissively. Whether or not this show of restraint is indicative that it's the real, or monstrous Ru'in is uncertain.
Not a choice but a question, though for Kiada, there is no difference. This is truly the monster now, the voice that seems on the verge of twisting the knife in further. The one that wants to tell her that she's had her time with Deimos, in two worlds now. If she really would marry him, then she should—
—"Aye whill ahlwahys luhv yew." He says. Closer now, she can see that his brown eye is entirely black, swirling with a horrific madness. The white eye however is clear, real, and just as torn. As her sword swings Ru'in's lip twitches painfully, jaw clenching and shoulders tensing, but he doesn't move.
He holds himself still. The man inside of the monster.
Her blade strikes deep into his neck with a thunk. Black tendrils of blood pool outwards and instinctively he reaches up to staunch the flow. "Khi—" He gulps. "—ah—" Dropping to his knees he looks up at her for a frozen moment, his one eye still clear, until it flicks towards the darkness behind her.
"RHUN—" He bellows loudly as tendrils snap from the darkness towards the pair. Oh, they have their lights, but the monsters have time and their wickedness. They are not above sacrificing their own.
Not a choice but a question, though for Kiada, there is no difference. This is truly the monster now, the voice that seems on the verge of twisting the knife in further. The one that wants to tell her that she's had her time with Deimos, in two worlds now. If she really would marry him, then she should—
—"Aye whill ahlwahys luhv yew." He says. Closer now, she can see that his brown eye is entirely black, swirling with a horrific madness. The white eye however is clear, real, and just as torn. As her sword swings Ru'in's lip twitches painfully, jaw clenching and shoulders tensing, but he doesn't move.
He holds himself still. The man inside of the monster.
Her blade strikes deep into his neck with a thunk. Black tendrils of blood pool outwards and instinctively he reaches up to staunch the flow. "Khi—" He gulps. "—ah—" Dropping to his knees he looks up at her for a frozen moment, his one eye still clear, until it flicks towards the darkness behind her.
"RHUN—" He bellows loudly as tendrils snap from the darkness towards the pair. Oh, they have their lights, but the monsters have time and their wickedness. They are not above sacrificing their own.
