[ Hazily, he feels something is wrong about this whole situation. No one should be so good to him, nor seek his happiness. It reminds him of his brother, of the machinations he works within — efforts to drive Set insane, to death, into his arms. Maybe the shock of adrenaline at the recollection is what drives him to fight the paralysis, to shove his way through his own body's weakness and sit up.
Sudden, fast, a gasp for air in the midst of the Communion. ] — you!
[ Like a cat that's been pet the wrong way, he tugs himself away from that stroking hand. His own hands rub at the spots he's been touched, like he's trying to shove off the sensation. He cannot dive away from Archangel, though — something exhausted still has him, seeking his fellow Savant's contact guiltily. ]
Why are you here! What are you even saying this time!
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Sudden, fast, a gasp for air in the midst of the Communion. ] — you!
[ Like a cat that's been pet the wrong way, he tugs himself away from that stroking hand. His own hands rub at the spots he's been touched, like he's trying to shove off the sensation. He cannot dive away from Archangel, though — something exhausted still has him, seeking his fellow Savant's contact guiltily. ]
Why are you here! What are you even saying this time!