[ Castor battles among itself, fed by his offering. Steve lashes out, and the Darkling retaliates - he regrets his own personal lack of control, shortly after Ren begins to scream and Steve adamantly refuses to fall. In the distance, he knows Ilde will be caught in the loop, and further still, the rest of Castor. Perhaps Bellamy and Clint, as well, as a reflection of his own involvement.
What a mess this has become. Words alone cannot resolve the feedback loop he's been caught in, the cycle of violence and anger-cum-grief.
The water recedes, the cries of the girl-long-dead are stifled. Leave it, he wills again - emotion and image flickering across his and Steve's connection, plucking at the knot with dark fingers, unwraveling it as Ren lashes out. As Ren's fists, real and physical, connects - Steve staggers - and the Darkling pulls back violently, mentally and physically. Snaps off the connection and leaves the remnants discarded between them. A measure of dissatisfaction and disappointment hovering, ghost-like, in his wake. ]
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What a mess this has become. Words alone cannot resolve the feedback loop he's been caught in, the cycle of violence and anger-cum-grief.
The water recedes, the cries of the girl-long-dead are stifled. Leave it, he wills again - emotion and image flickering across his and Steve's connection, plucking at the knot with dark fingers, unwraveling it as Ren lashes out. As Ren's fists, real and physical, connects - Steve staggers - and the Darkling pulls back violently, mentally and physically. Snaps off the connection and leaves the remnants discarded between them. A measure of dissatisfaction and disappointment hovering, ghost-like, in his wake. ]