--and then his expression falls all at once, his eyes on the blackness of Mikey's hand. Okay. Whatever this is, Amrita clearly isn't the solution. Diarahan? ...he has a grim feeling that he already knows the answer to that. Jaw clenched, head throbbing, he examines his options, looks past the crossroad to the paths that diverge from here. Stay, keep fighting, try to figure something out. Or retreat, and ensure that neither of them has the chance to do something they regret.
... It's a bad ultimatum. But he has to choose.]
Mikey... [... but in the end, it's the look on Mikey's face that makes the choice. The blank emptiness, so reminiscent of whatever the hell had happened to him at the Ruins. He knows he doesn't have the power to stop that; he didn't back then, either. He exhales, shaky but decisive, and heads for the door.
Fine. If they can't talk about this, then-- he'll figure out another way to make it right.]
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--and then his expression falls all at once, his eyes on the blackness of Mikey's hand. Okay. Whatever this is, Amrita clearly isn't the solution. Diarahan? ...he has a grim feeling that he already knows the answer to that. Jaw clenched, head throbbing, he examines his options, looks past the crossroad to the paths that diverge from here. Stay, keep fighting, try to figure something out. Or retreat, and ensure that neither of them has the chance to do something they regret.
... It's a bad ultimatum. But he has to choose.]
Mikey... [... but in the end, it's the look on Mikey's face that makes the choice. The blank emptiness, so reminiscent of whatever the hell had happened to him at the Ruins. He knows he doesn't have the power to stop that; he didn't back then, either. He exhales, shaky but decisive, and heads for the door.
Fine. If they can't talk about this, then-- he'll figure out another way to make it right.]