[He watches her, curiously, as she works through her thoughts. He tries to imagine the beast with any control in the face of that insatiable desire to consume in attempt to fill a void of those it lost across infinite instances in time and space.
And as he opens his mouth to explain to her that could not be possible that it was against the very nature of the beast, he touches on a memory. Feather light, so thin that it's almost as though he can't reach for it to examine it. A voice, her voice, ringing out above the surface and in that moment it reached his ears through roaring waves of the mess of corruption and deep sea that was the Leviathan. A reminder that he was himself, and he was not this beast. They had not, and would not become one.
He stares at her, so intently and without blinking that it's probably a little unnerving.]
I heard your voice. After... it... After I became part of the beast. I heard it.
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And as he opens his mouth to explain to her that could not be possible that it was against the very nature of the beast, he touches on a memory. Feather light, so thin that it's almost as though he can't reach for it to examine it. A voice, her voice, ringing out above the surface and in that moment it reached his ears through roaring waves of the mess of corruption and deep sea that was the Leviathan. A reminder that he was himself, and he was not this beast. They had not, and would not become one.
He stares at her, so intently and without blinking that it's probably a little unnerving.]
I heard your voice. After... it... After I became part of the beast. I heard it.