[It's hard to hear. Of course it is. It was going to be.
Kulo Vayn. Unlike before, unlike TakΓ«thal, he does not echo this name in his mind with any sanctity or preciousness. He will remember it because it is a part of Cyram, but even the presence of having it in his thoughts feelsβtainted. A vile, slithering creature of a thing. It takes no effort to imagine that act of service; it hurts to hear it become twisted into an endless existence of pain. To hear what Cyram has done, those unspeakable horrors administered by own hands. His mind does the math, because if Cyram was around his age then it must have been... years, presumably, that he lived a slave to the monstrous Kulo Vayn until that fraction of power was inherited and immortality froze him in time.
It hurts. Sasuke's empathy has always been one of his biggest weaknesses, as framed by the world he comes fromβand he can feel it now, a physical wound in his chest that bleeds for every word. The unimaginable suffering Cyram has endured for no other reason than his kindness. It threatens to tear through him, that scar of darkness.
He sets his food aside with no more appetite to eat. Then he stares at his own hand in his lap for the rest of those words.
When Cyram stops speaking, he rises from the blanket and steps silently around until he's on the grass, moving to put himself close at Cy's side. He sits down hereβhe doesn't touch, half doubting whether it would be accepted and half because he does not know how to initiate the affection so easily. He wants to, desperately, but his hand stays on the soft earth.]
I'm sorry.
[Gentle words against the growing knot of despair he feels on this man's behalf.]
You were supposed to become the god of war with his death, but instead it left you as you are now. You cannot be killed by anything? Did this god of dreams know what would happen?
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Date: 2024-01-19 07:17 am (UTC)Kulo Vayn. Unlike before, unlike TakΓ«thal, he does not echo this name in his mind with any sanctity or preciousness. He will remember it because it is a part of Cyram, but even the presence of having it in his thoughts feelsβtainted. A vile, slithering creature of a thing. It takes no effort to imagine that act of service; it hurts to hear it become twisted into an endless existence of pain. To hear what Cyram has done, those unspeakable horrors administered by own hands. His mind does the math, because if Cyram was around his age then it must have been... years, presumably, that he lived a slave to the monstrous Kulo Vayn until that fraction of power was inherited and immortality froze him in time.
It hurts. Sasuke's empathy has always been one of his biggest weaknesses, as framed by the world he comes fromβand he can feel it now, a physical wound in his chest that bleeds for every word. The unimaginable suffering Cyram has endured for no other reason than his kindness. It threatens to tear through him, that scar of darkness.
He sets his food aside with no more appetite to eat. Then he stares at his own hand in his lap for the rest of those words.
When Cyram stops speaking, he rises from the blanket and steps silently around until he's on the grass, moving to put himself close at Cy's side. He sits down hereβhe doesn't touch, half doubting whether it would be accepted and half because he does not know how to initiate the affection so easily. He wants to, desperately, but his hand stays on the soft earth.]
I'm sorry.
[Gentle words against the growing knot of despair he feels on this man's behalf.]
You were supposed to become the god of war with his death, but instead it left you as you are now. You cannot be killed by anything? Did this god of dreams know what would happen?