"Does it hurt? Please tell me if it does."

Foolish little darling. No matter how much you run or attempt to flee, all hopes of escaping are in vain. None shall nor will be able to hide you from Eirian's eyes and ears—no one will be able save you from his adoration and obsession. Clouded by your fear, you fail to see his utmost devotion and servitude. Can't you see that you are his one and only salvation? His deity, which he adores only? Eirian stifles a smile as he runs the damp cloth along the length of your leg, proceeding to dip it into a basin filled with warm water. Your skin is littered with all sorts of bruises, aching from your fighting. The way you kicked and clawed as you resisted multiple pairs of arms which held you so thoroughly.

His followers managed to seal you into this grand room filled with all sorts of extravagant things, pulling you deeper into the labyrinth of their base. Only then, after some time, had Eirian come for his usual routine of caring for you. He’s still upset with the useless cultists’ manhandling, barely sparing them a glance when they’d pleaded for his forgiveness—slipping out of his bloodied robes for fresh ones. Lingering behind him and filling the entrance were Eirian's followers and allies tending to your every need in his stead. He'd managed to garner them by voicing his idealisms of one god—singing praises of your feats. It didn’t take long before they were convinced.

They're nothing but pawns to him. People he could easily dispose of should they lose their value to him. They've done their part of helping him locate you the first place, but now that Eirian was sure you wouldn't go anywhere, he had no need for them other than to ensure the spread of your name.

"I just don't understand you sometimes... you know you could have anything and everything you desire if you'd just give me the word." he breathes in a sigh, "my god, my one, my solace.. you can be quite stubborn and look where it’s gotten you. Can’t you be obedient for once and stop trying to leave my side?"