Mental Link;

[miscreant]

DEVOUR beg for mercy and i will deny you	ASSIMILATE the scourge will wash over this world
LEAD we do what the living cannot	WANDER your kind has no place in this realm

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[wrackful]

Everyone always is.

[It's quiet, and raw. He's raw, the skin of his mind and his self peeled back, everything underneath open and exposed. The only thing covering it is Seviilia's ice, soothing, numbing, giving him the space to breathe, to rest. He isn't ungrateful. He needs this, needs her, leant into her shoulder without any thought against it. This means more than he can think to understand, or has tried to understand for months now, a core part of him accepting the sympathy and the comfort of her arms purely as they're meant, without suspicion or cynicism.

But the thought still echoes, ripples back across all the things he's seen, all the things he's done, right up to the moment of the hurt on Bellamy's face only minutes before. There's always something to be sorry for. The world - universe - multiverse - never relented in that.

We press on. He can hold that, hear it inside Seviilia, feel the sound of it weave into the air of the monument newly built inside him, roots fed from a foundation of survival that was already there. He can press on.

But right now, with all the pain and the turmoil quieted and cold inside him, all he is is tired.]