[ Though delayed, it is as though the whisper of exertion of McGillis's fingers against his wrist disguised inhuman strength. Gaelio staggers back, releasing him, hands falling dead to his sides. With an unsteady turn, he takes another step away, wavering on his legs. In this confused, yet settling moment, he thinks again of how his legs should be: without Ein, without that which must not be here yet he moves, they would be senseless, and he would fall.
He does fall, but not through becoming victim to yet another of his own illusions.
Gaelio sits heavily, right there on the ground, and drops his head into his hands. Long breaths, then, behind the black cages of his fingers. ]
Bael. Yeah.
[ Distorted, but muted agreement. As if that had been an answer to why he would not kill Gaelio again. ]
Fate hasn't brought us here at all. But you must return to Bael. At that height -- only from that height, can I strike you down. You with those methods, and I, only then, will we... understand...
[ His voice quavers, and he swallows.
It's hard to believe like this. It's hard to believe after that. Desperately scrabbling through all that emptiness. Resolved to the necessity of brute force, brute power, which could only be achieved by the likes of Kimaris and Bael. Only that McGillis would understand, and yet, against the tree, it hadn't felt like it.
No matter his efforts, this chasm... ]
Terms. [ Flattening out. ] Why? You said them. We won't kill each other, but we can't work together. So we stay out of each other's way.
[ Simple, simple, simple, don't shout, don't scratch into scalp, don't kill him yet, kill him now, but Gaelio's alone now, hasn't felt this lonely for two years Ein, has only felt this lonely for two, and lonelier, and as lost, wrenched off the path finally found. ]
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He does fall, but not through becoming victim to yet another of his own illusions.
Gaelio sits heavily, right there on the ground, and drops his head into his hands. Long breaths, then, behind the black cages of his fingers. ]
Bael. Yeah.
[ Distorted, but muted agreement. As if that had been an answer to why he would not kill Gaelio again. ]
Fate hasn't brought us here at all. But you must return to Bael. At that height -- only from that height, can I strike you down. You with those methods, and I, only then, will we... understand...
[ His voice quavers, and he swallows.
It's hard to believe like this. It's hard to believe after that. Desperately scrabbling through all that emptiness. Resolved to the necessity of brute force, brute power, which could only be achieved by the likes of Kimaris and Bael. Only that McGillis would understand, and yet, against the tree, it hadn't felt like it.
No matter his efforts, this chasm... ]
Terms. [ Flattening out. ] Why? You said them. We won't kill each other, but we can't work together. So we stay out of each other's way.
[ Simple, simple, simple, don't shout, don't scratch into scalp, don't kill him yet, kill him now, but Gaelio's alone now, hasn't felt this lonely for two years Ein, has only felt this lonely for two, and lonelier, and as lost, wrenched off the path finally found. ]