[Pain. His whole body tenses up, the urge to fight and end this stronger than ever. Despite the people -- the familiar senses of other minds -- trying to calm and reassure him. How can they be so sure? How can they be so calm and how dare they tell him not to fight.]
[The pain though... That feeling of a familiar mind, that's caught up in it too, isn't it?]
[And suddenly that rage, that primal, animal fury is turned away from Bellamy. Turned around him. He's still fighting the hold, physically. Still determined to get away and attack, but the otherworldly sense of something bigger, stronger, ancient, has shifted. As if to stand between his broodmate and the pain.]
(NO.)
[Taking it on himself, instead. It registers, barely, the feeling of pounding in his skull, but it's a footnote. A twinge. Instead of an assault. He can handle this.]
[The Black Lion can handle this.]
[And while his body still tries to fight, to shove the other man away, and down to the floor, his mind has claimed Brood as Team and Team is--]
(M I N E.)
[-- voiced in another roar, another wall of mental sound and anger.]
WELLP
[The pain though... That feeling of a familiar mind, that's caught up in it too, isn't it?]
[And suddenly that rage, that primal, animal fury is turned away from Bellamy. Turned around him. He's still fighting the hold, physically. Still determined to get away and attack, but the otherworldly sense of something bigger, stronger, ancient, has shifted. As if to stand between his broodmate and the pain.]
(NO.)
[Taking it on himself, instead. It registers, barely, the feeling of pounding in his skull, but it's a footnote. A twinge. Instead of an assault. He can handle this.]
[The Black Lion can handle this.]
[And while his body still tries to fight, to shove the other man away, and down to the floor, his mind has claimed Brood as Team and Team is--]
(M I N E.)
[-- voiced in another roar, another wall of mental sound and anger.]