[and he watches it click together, all at once. shards of something broken all line up to focus a beam, breaking through the darkness and confusion, lighting the way. Zhas' anger burns, glows, and catches quickly.
it's a contagious, cleansing thing, and Coil dives into it. this is what he has been waiting for. he's had pieces of it--fragments of direction that he could only hope with blindness was actually moving him forward--and now it's all being validated. fed and encouraged. all of his fumbling and scrambling for useless clues and bits of power hasn't been for nothing.
he'd just been missing something. he'd been missing his other half. and for the first time since leaving home, he can hope to have it again.
the nod he replies with is small, but decisive. all of his black-and-white reasoning is behind this. he is absolutely sure.]
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it's a contagious, cleansing thing, and Coil dives into it. this is what he has been waiting for. he's had pieces of it--fragments of direction that he could only hope with blindness was actually moving him forward--and now it's all being validated. fed and encouraged. all of his fumbling and scrambling for useless clues and bits of power hasn't been for nothing.
he'd just been missing something. he'd been missing his other half. and for the first time since leaving home, he can hope to have it again.
the nod he replies with is small, but decisive. all of his black-and-white reasoning is behind this. he is absolutely sure.]