Ion can feel tears welling at the corners of his eyes--even though he knows Luke will come back. Even though they didn't drag it out. Even though he hardly looks like Luke without the Glamour active.
But it hurt--it hurt more than any normal pain he could imagine feeling--to see the life snap out of one of the people he considered his closest friends. It didn't matter that it wasn't the Luke he knew from Auldrant. He wasn't supposed to be dead.
Ion manages to flip himself over, and as best as he can he crawls backwards on his hands and his feet--hardly seeing and feeling so much anguish and fear and mental and physical exhaustion that his mind can't keep up.
All he can do is scramble backward as fast as his tiny feet can take him--trying to regain his balance so he can run, even if he doesn't feel as if his legs would be able to support his weight if he tried.]
Stay back...g-get away...
[The plea is so quiet and so pathetically desperate. He wasn't like the others--hadn't been here long enough to stomach anything that was thrown at him. Didn't want to have to face death with his head held high. Not like this.
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[Luke...
Ion can feel tears welling at the corners of his eyes--even though he knows Luke will come back. Even though they didn't drag it out. Even though he hardly looks like Luke without the Glamour active.
But it hurt--it hurt more than any normal pain he could imagine feeling--to see the life snap out of one of the people he considered his closest friends. It didn't matter that it wasn't the Luke he knew from Auldrant. He wasn't supposed to be dead.
Ion manages to flip himself over, and as best as he can he crawls backwards on his hands and his feet--hardly seeing and feeling so much anguish and fear and mental and physical exhaustion that his mind can't keep up.
All he can do is scramble backward as fast as his tiny feet can take him--trying to regain his balance so he can run, even if he doesn't feel as if his legs would be able to support his weight if he tried.]
Stay back...g-get away...
[The plea is so quiet and so pathetically desperate. He wasn't like the others--hadn't been here long enough to stomach anything that was thrown at him. Didn't want to have to face death with his head held high. Not like this.
Nobody should have to be so afraid.]