Is not here. This cannot be real, he knows. It is a game, of some description, and he should not indulge it. Should not let it get to him. He has experience with this sort of thing -- with attempts to manipulate his emotions, with visions of things meant to tempt, to twist. He looks away, up at the ceiling and then around the room for something to pick up on. Something that isn't quite right.
"My heart aches for you," she says, "and for these children. I know you want to save them, Wrathion, and you will -- but do not let your determination lead you to folly. Let me help you."
He huffs, frustrated, and turns his back to the image.
"A cheap trick," he insists, but the urge to turn towards her is powerful still. Surely, if anyone could help them it would be the Lifebinder herself?
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Is not here. This cannot be real, he knows. It is a game, of some description, and he should not indulge it. Should not let it get to him. He has experience with this sort of thing -- with attempts to manipulate his emotions, with visions of things meant to tempt, to twist. He looks away, up at the ceiling and then around the room for something to pick up on. Something that isn't quite right.
"My heart aches for you," she says, "and for these children. I know you want to save them, Wrathion, and you will -- but do not let your determination lead you to folly. Let me help you."
He huffs, frustrated, and turns his back to the image.
"A cheap trick," he insists, but the urge to turn towards her is powerful still. Surely, if anyone could help them it would be the Lifebinder herself?