He was holding onto his human form, but it was ragged at the edges, wanting to bleed out. There was so much Compassion here that it warmed him through, staved off the chill of fear.
He didn't answer at first, moving in a curl of smoke to a bookcase and touching one of the tomes, listening to it talked about the desires of those who had read it, to make something better, to not resort to taking life for power.
"Visiting you."
It was a cagey answer, but an honest one. Was he being deliberately obtuse? Hard to say.
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He was holding onto his human form, but it was ragged at the edges, wanting to bleed out. There was so much Compassion here that it warmed him through, staved off the chill of fear.
He didn't answer at first, moving in a curl of smoke to a bookcase and touching one of the tomes, listening to it talked about the desires of those who had read it, to make something better, to not resort to taking life for power.
"Visiting you."
It was a cagey answer, but an honest one. Was he being deliberately obtuse? Hard to say.