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She felt the body in her grasp shift and ignorant to what was happening, she had to see. It was strange for Merrek to change within her arms. It has never happened before and just as she caught a glimpse of...the creature, a cry of fear escaped her lips and she felt herself pushing him away and propelling herself backwards, heart drumming in her chest at the sight of the vile creature that she now knew resided inside Merrek. She couldn't tell what hurt her more, whether the knowledge of his suffering having formed into something like this, or the fact that something like this actually resided in her lover. The skin, the mouth full of sharp teeth - a nightmare coming to life, if it wasn't for the bronze hues and the still falling tears which were the only point of reference for Satyra to reassure her that she hasn't fallen into madness of her own. The turmoil has also ceased within their threads even though Satyra's were still in a knot. Then the Truth came and it felt like a stab at her heart that she felt quite literally, producing a pained noice with no tears coming. She seemed to have cried them all already.
"Faireheart..." The sorceress whispered in disbelief even if her mind already knew that it was the only right answer. The phoenix that she cared for, that she held so dear to her heart even after he has changed her has indeed been what his nature always was - destruction. How could it be? Her own mind threw the answer at her. It was the image of the oppressive feeling of destruction she felt when she visited his core, the barrier that was damaged but the energy within it too great for her to mend it. It is not his fault... A whisper that resonated within her, a wisp of hope for redemption. She always knew he had this power inside him, but her human morals sugar coated the actual possibility of Faireheart ever doing so. Now, she saw the very outcome of his nature right in front of her and it didn't make anything easier. All the words that the being has spoken did not fit its image which was only further distorting the sense of reality in the sorceress's mind and Satyra had to look...no turn away. She was too confused, too conflicted. Two men she has loved, one with passion, the other with heart, have both been victims of their damaged core. Something, she knew that she could not repair with her powers and love only reached so far.
Fresh sobs escaped her even as she covered her mouth to muffle them. Tears she thought she lost trailed down her cheeks like hot, burning wax. How could she help, when it was so clear that she was powerless...weak in the face of greater existence? "I...want to help...I do. I love...you. But...how can I help you? I am...a speck...I..." ...feel so helpless. Her words were disjointed by the whimpers that by the end took over her whole body. In the face of madness, one could either accept it, or fight it off. Satyra has accepted it without regret, suffered it herself even if for a moment, but in the true face of it as it stared at her with the eyes she knew but form that frightened her, she was no longer certain Merrek's choice of alleviation he thought he found her, was well placed. Never did she doubt herself like now, when she saw the consequences of eternity of suffering and the reasons for it that were just heartbreaking.
"Faireheart..." The sorceress whispered in disbelief even if her mind already knew that it was the only right answer. The phoenix that she cared for, that she held so dear to her heart even after he has changed her has indeed been what his nature always was - destruction. How could it be? Her own mind threw the answer at her. It was the image of the oppressive feeling of destruction she felt when she visited his core, the barrier that was damaged but the energy within it too great for her to mend it. It is not his fault... A whisper that resonated within her, a wisp of hope for redemption. She always knew he had this power inside him, but her human morals sugar coated the actual possibility of Faireheart ever doing so. Now, she saw the very outcome of his nature right in front of her and it didn't make anything easier. All the words that the being has spoken did not fit its image which was only further distorting the sense of reality in the sorceress's mind and Satyra had to look...no turn away. She was too confused, too conflicted. Two men she has loved, one with passion, the other with heart, have both been victims of their damaged core. Something, she knew that she could not repair with her powers and love only reached so far.
Fresh sobs escaped her even as she covered her mouth to muffle them. Tears she thought she lost trailed down her cheeks like hot, burning wax. How could she help, when it was so clear that she was powerless...weak in the face of greater existence? "I...want to help...I do. I love...you. But...how can I help you? I am...a speck...I..." ...feel so helpless. Her words were disjointed by the whimpers that by the end took over her whole body. In the face of madness, one could either accept it, or fight it off. Satyra has accepted it without regret, suffered it herself even if for a moment, but in the true face of it as it stared at her with the eyes she knew but form that frightened her, she was no longer certain Merrek's choice of alleviation he thought he found her, was well placed. Never did she doubt herself like now, when she saw the consequences of eternity of suffering and the reasons for it that were just heartbreaking.