[It's funny, really. How similar these men are without knowing it. Perhaps the Fog has a sense of humor, or perhaps fate does - because while Vicious is at war with himself:
What am I - what are you doing?
I'm lucid. Please. Let me tell him-
Stop it. I'm not you any more. You're dead.
That's what I thought, too. But your heart leapt just now, when he spoke. What do you call that?
Shut UP.
The Goblin sniffles sharply - trying to collect himself. He takes a moment to focus on the hands in his hair, the sound of the Shade's voice, the sting fading on (and in) his chest.
Calm. He - needs to calm.
He finally tilts his head up, the sharp attention and wry tint back in his expression, even if his smile shakes at the corners.]
...Here. Of course I wanted you here. I...like having you around, my Knight.
I...trust you. You are the first presence I have slept in in... a thousand years. It's...nice.
I like...this.
[Dear God Almighty, give me the patience I need to listen to myself talk.]
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[It's funny, really. How similar these men are without knowing it. Perhaps the Fog has a sense of humor, or perhaps fate does - because while Vicious is at war with himself:
What am I - what are you doing?
I'm lucid. Please. Let me tell him-
Stop it. I'm not you any more. You're dead.
That's what I thought, too. But your heart leapt just now, when he spoke. What do you call that?
Shut UP.
The Goblin sniffles sharply - trying to collect himself. He takes a moment to focus on the hands in his hair, the sound of the Shade's voice, the sting fading on (and in) his chest.
Calm. He - needs to calm.
He finally tilts his head up, the sharp attention and wry tint back in his expression, even if his smile shakes at the corners.]
...Here. Of course I wanted you here. I...like having you around, my Knight.
I...trust you. You are the first presence I have slept in in... a thousand years. It's...nice.
I like...this.
[Dear God Almighty, give me the patience I need to listen to myself talk.]