[Rindo startles at the sudden contact, and at the oddly foreign sensation of touch filtered through his shoulder leaves. This tears his focus away from his roots for a split second. They stay put. It's only a fleeting reassurance; he clamps down again.
He looks into Gladion's eyes, briefly, long enough to read his expression before he averts his gaze. Gladion understands. Something about being perceived right now is… more difficult than usual. Perhaps it's because there is no buffer—no room for it in this place. Two Nymphs facing the reality and consequences of being what they are, alone. Like looking in a mirror.
There's a confidence in the way Gladion speaks that Rindo wants to believe in even as his overactive mind protests—would a frenzying monster be so easily stopped?
He takes some of the vehemence with which he's holding his roots back and directs it at his own fears, creeping vinelike through his body. Pushes them out, the same way he's been trying to push out every other negative emotion, because—because there's no choice. It's that or breaking and you can't break here.]
I—… okay.
[Rindo's voice comes out shaky anyway. There's no world in which doing this isn't fraught.]
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He looks into Gladion's eyes, briefly, long enough to read his expression before he averts his gaze. Gladion understands. Something about being perceived right now is… more difficult than usual. Perhaps it's because there is no buffer—no room for it in this place. Two Nymphs facing the reality and consequences of being what they are, alone. Like looking in a mirror.
There's a confidence in the way Gladion speaks that Rindo wants to believe in even as his overactive mind protests—would a frenzying monster be so easily stopped?
He takes some of the vehemence with which he's holding his roots back and directs it at his own fears, creeping vinelike through his body. Pushes them out, the same way he's been trying to push out every other negative emotion, because—because there's no choice. It's that or breaking and you can't break here.]
I—… okay.
[Rindo's voice comes out shaky anyway. There's no world in which doing this isn't fraught.]