[Deep in his subconscious in a place that's not quite dreaming but yet familiar, Eustace feels the different energies within him. Dreamotion, nightmare energy...and another. It's faint now, as if subdued, and he can sense his own growing as it continues to absorb it into its own. Had it been some kind of reaction? A last ditch effort to not be taken?
He doesn't know.
He's not sure if anyone would know, either, but...for now he allows himself to drift towards the flickering light that feels as if it could be snuffed out with just a breath. A little light that he can feel to be Tifa's hesitation and fears while trying to remain strong for him. Carefully he holds it close to his chest before he feels a presence and looks up to see himself—his "other" self—standing in front of him.
A self he still has yet to figure out if it's something else entirely or really is just a manifestation of his darker self. When it smiles with its red eyes gleaming, he can only hope it's something else, but—
Rejection is futile, you know?
That voice reminds him that it's not. That it really is just another form of himself that he while he's come to somewhat accept, he still loathes it all the same.
I kept warning you... Can't keep me buried forever. Should be thanking me or you would have been noctaere bait.
The smugness grates on his nerves, but Eustace just stares coldly at it. Because as much as he loathes it, he can't refute it. If he hadn't developed his skills as much as he had...
It's not so bad is it? This power? But...
His other self clicks its tongue as its gaze drifts off somewhere, and although Eustace looks over all he can see is darkness...and feel a cold wind.
You got something here. Better figure it out before it's too late.
With that his other self disappears into the darkness, and Eustace can only stare in confusion before he turns his gaze once more to where the other had been looking.
Something else? Did it mean from what he absorbed from the Ice Queen?
At that moment, there's a sharp prick of his neck, and its enough to rouse him, stirring in Tifa's arms with a grimace.]
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He doesn't know.
He's not sure if anyone would know, either, but...for now he allows himself to drift towards the flickering light that feels as if it could be snuffed out with just a breath. A little light that he can feel to be Tifa's hesitation and fears while trying to remain strong for him. Carefully he holds it close to his chest before he feels a presence and looks up to see himself—his "other" self—standing in front of him.
A self he still has yet to figure out if it's something else entirely or really is just a manifestation of his darker self. When it smiles with its red eyes gleaming, he can only hope it's something else, but—
Rejection is futile, you know?
That voice reminds him that it's not. That it really is just another form of himself that he while he's come to somewhat accept, he still loathes it all the same.
I kept warning you... Can't keep me buried forever. Should be thanking me or you would have been noctaere bait.
The smugness grates on his nerves, but Eustace just stares coldly at it. Because as much as he loathes it, he can't refute it. If he hadn't developed his skills as much as he had...
It's not so bad is it? This power? But...
His other self clicks its tongue as its gaze drifts off somewhere, and although Eustace looks over all he can see is darkness...and feel a cold wind.
You got something here. Better figure it out before it's too late.
With that his other self disappears into the darkness, and Eustace can only stare in confusion before he turns his gaze once more to where the other had been looking.
Something else? Did it mean from what he absorbed from the Ice Queen?
At that moment, there's a sharp prick of his neck, and its enough to rouse him, stirring in Tifa's arms with a grimace.]