how could he let this happen?

his own lover, his lifeline, his anchor, eyeing him down with an almost Kubrick-like stare. he miscalculated which led to you being possessed by the Nogistune.

he wasn’t scared of you, he could never be. he was angry. angry at this spirit for taking you, angry at himself for not noticing the signs, angry at others who were now getting in his way.

he watched you circle around him with your state and smirk, his gut twisting in rage while some blood spilt from his lip from the hit he’d taken from you.

“I know you, you know me. I’m not gonna fight you. this isn’t you, {{user}}.” he said firmly.