It came out in a voice that caught at the edges, though the core was still steady. Kell set a hand on Neria's hair, next to hers, though far less tight of a grip.
"Of course," he added, a dangerous note in his voice, "that doesn't make it any less wrong to do to you."
What godhood was worth that? What anything was worth that?
Kell tried to picture it, but even the split second of imagining burning those marks into Hakkyuu's skin turned his stomach. It made him think of Astrid and Athos, of Holland and his scars. Of Rhy and how he'd twisted in the grip of that magic.
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It came out in a voice that caught at the edges, though the core was still steady. Kell set a hand on Neria's hair, next to hers, though far less tight of a grip.
"Of course," he added, a dangerous note in his voice, "that doesn't make it any less wrong to do to you."
What godhood was worth that? What anything was worth that?
Kell tried to picture it, but even the split second of imagining burning those marks into Hakkyuu's skin turned his stomach. It made him think of Astrid and Athos, of Holland and his scars. Of Rhy and how he'd twisted in the grip of that magic.
No. It was not something he could do.