[ Watching it through the second time had helped him not at all. His mind is still reeling, thrown by the snatches and glimpses of so much wanton death, still murmuring in a panicked voice he doesn't believe is his own, that isn't a god, no god would behave like that, it's impossible —
It's Kida's voice more than Koltira's destruction that finally wrests his attention away from the freeze of an internal struggle. He meets her gaze for only a few seconds before he's remembered himself, remembered the others. He pushes toward Kida, an arm out to caution her from treading too near Koltira. ]
Careful. [ It's a useless command, he knows already she isn't stupid. His gaze finds Koltira next, and sternness covers the hollowed panic very well. ] Koltira — I know. But this isn't where you want to waste your anger.
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It's Kida's voice more than Koltira's destruction that finally wrests his attention away from the freeze of an internal struggle. He meets her gaze for only a few seconds before he's remembered himself, remembered the others. He pushes toward Kida, an arm out to caution her from treading too near Koltira. ]
Careful. [ It's a useless command, he knows already she isn't stupid. His gaze finds Koltira next, and sternness covers the hollowed panic very well. ] Koltira — I know. But this isn't where you want to waste your anger.