[Orym leans back enough to look at him, quiet for a moment as his eyes roam over Dorian's face. Somewhere, what part of Orym is left that is untwisted, untainted by the entity that has taken him over, wants to plead with Dorian to end this, to end him. He can't be worth this.
But the greater part of him, well, that part is convinced still of his decisions, of what he is doing to reshape this world.
He brushes the back of his knuckles along Dorian's cheek.]
You wouldn't be you if you didn't feel that, would you? [Another sigh.] I know you, Dorian Storm. I love you.
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[Orym leans back enough to look at him, quiet for a moment as his eyes roam over Dorian's face. Somewhere, what part of Orym is left that is untwisted, untainted by the entity that has taken him over, wants to plead with Dorian to end this, to end him. He can't be worth this.
But the greater part of him, well, that part is convinced still of his decisions, of what he is doing to reshape this world.
He brushes the back of his knuckles along Dorian's cheek.]
You wouldn't be you if you didn't feel that, would you? [Another sigh.] I know you, Dorian Storm. I love you.
[Even this stubbornly resistant part of him.]
Do you want to leave me?