[ viren had recognized the acrimony to his words the seconded they'd resounded on the cave's walls; even if, by this point, it must be true that soren had failed. he'd given him a chance to prove himself as the strong individual he knew he could be, that he'd tried to reassure him as, and he'd failed.
what was to come of it?
the wind's left his sails as quick as it'd come. because soren doesn't engage further, and he feels his fury leaving him with nothing but a heaving chest.
—and a renewed sense of turmoil, and near disorientation, as he belatedly begins to parse the conflicted, stuttering words that leave soren's mouth. again, he has to doubt as to whether he heard correctly. he has to ask, even if it's gotten neither of them anywhere, ]
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what was to come of it?
the wind's left his sails as quick as it'd come. because soren doesn't engage further, and he feels his fury leaving him with nothing but a heaving chest.
—and a renewed sense of turmoil, and near disorientation, as he belatedly begins to parse the conflicted, stuttering words that leave soren's mouth. again, he has to doubt as to whether he heard correctly. he has to ask, even if it's gotten neither of them anywhere, ]
I, Soren...? [ somewhat strained, now, ] What...?