[ Each moment spent with him was twisting and damaging and she's aware of it; she knows that he has lived a life just like hers and she feels the burn of it prickle in her chest. It's uncomfortable, being so aware of someone else, knowing that they are you and not you at the same time, and she makes a mental note to consider the fact that she can speak to the Champions and the Heroes about it. Those names seem so grand in comparison to her own, and Leilani feels small and foolish in the midst of her own self-doubt and pain.
It's obvious where Cyril's attention goes and Leilani breathes out, staring at her hand. It aches and burns and sparks with the pulse of her power, and it's not right. She wishes Solas had taken it before she had woken up here, she wishes it had never come to her in the first place, that she was stronger or better or faster... So many things, but none of them can come true. This is her fate, now, her path, and she can do no more than accept it. ]
Much the same. [ She tucks her hand away, turning her focus back to the elf at her side. ] It is good to have something to focus on. It's almost like being home again with all the fighting for my life.
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Date: 2017-11-09 08:06 pm (UTC)It's obvious where Cyril's attention goes and Leilani breathes out, staring at her hand. It aches and burns and sparks with the pulse of her power, and it's not right. She wishes Solas had taken it before she had woken up here, she wishes it had never come to her in the first place, that she was stronger or better or faster... So many things, but none of them can come true. This is her fate, now, her path, and she can do no more than accept it. ]
Much the same. [ She tucks her hand away, turning her focus back to the elf at her side. ] It is good to have something to focus on. It's almost like being home again with all the fighting for my life.