Aymeric watches the interation between Camile and Amanda carefully. His hand remains firmly on the hilt of his sword, just in case, and tightens when she starts to flicker out of existence. It could be a trap, a trick-
It's both and neither. The man's breath catches quietly and his politician's poker face fails him for the first time since they'd begun exploring this tunnel. His eyes widen a fraction in... fear, mostly. He remembers fleetingly not the man that stands before him but the primal that he had become. Aymeric remembers why he had to be slain.
But this isn't the monstronity that Thordan had morphed into, this is- This is his father. Pain, guilt, disbelief are all mashed in his expression as well. It's what the image of Thordan asks, however, that truly rattles him. Had he brought peace in his father's stead? He closes his eyes, takes a moment to compose himself. When he opens them again, he's Cortheas cold with an ice blue gaze directed at the vision of Thordan.
"Yes," he answers, resolute. "Not the way you had envisioned it but how we did." The vision for a peaceful future that belonged Haurchefant, Ysale, and the countless others that lost their lives fighting for an end to a war seeding from the beginning in corruption and lies perpetuated by the very man that stands before him. The peaceful future that Era, Estinien, Lucia, and himself strove to ensure. Though if he still sounds bitter that's because he is.
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It's both and neither. The man's breath catches quietly and his politician's poker face fails him for the first time since they'd begun exploring this tunnel. His eyes widen a fraction in... fear, mostly. He remembers fleetingly not the man that stands before him but the primal that he had become. Aymeric remembers why he had to be slain.
But this isn't the monstronity that Thordan had morphed into, this is- This is his father. Pain, guilt, disbelief are all mashed in his expression as well. It's what the image of Thordan asks, however, that truly rattles him. Had he brought peace in his father's stead? He closes his eyes, takes a moment to compose himself. When he opens them again, he's Cortheas cold with an ice blue gaze directed at the vision of Thordan.
"Yes," he answers, resolute. "Not the way you had envisioned it but how we did." The vision for a peaceful future that belonged Haurchefant, Ysale, and the countless others that lost their lives fighting for an end to a war seeding from the beginning in corruption and lies perpetuated by the very man that stands before him. The peaceful future that Era, Estinien, Lucia, and himself strove to ensure. Though if he still sounds bitter that's because he is.