[Fenris remembers well, the early days of the markings. Of getting used to the pain they brought, of learning to harness the power it gave. A power even Danarius only really partly understood. It had been awful, it had been hard. Combined with the fresh emptiness where his memories once were, there were times he wished it had killed him.
But even that was nothing on this. Nothing on the fear and the disgust swirling in his stomach. He wanted to rip the magic out of him, to throw it aside and get as far away from it as he possibly could.
But it's not possible, and somewhere in his panic, he hears Wolfe's voice- and he listens. He breaths slowly, a rare moment for him to follow actual instruction. After a few deep breaths, he finds something. not truly calm, but he's no longer teetering on the edge of a complete meltdown either. He finally looks at Wolfe properly.]
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But even that was nothing on this. Nothing on the fear and the disgust swirling in his stomach. He wanted to rip the magic out of him, to throw it aside and get as far away from it as he possibly could.
But it's not possible, and somewhere in his panic, he hears Wolfe's voice- and he listens. He breaths slowly, a rare moment for him to follow actual instruction. After a few deep breaths, he finds something. not truly calm, but he's no longer teetering on the edge of a complete meltdown either. He finally looks at Wolfe properly.]
...Your arm is stuck.
[Paging Captain Obvious. ]