[ he stops fidgeting with the bandage and presses a hand over the mark on his chest, where it's still glowing slightly from the effects of the swamp - burning into the skin.
to be dragged kicking and screaming back into life and being unsure if grateful is the correct emotion is not unfamiliar. after all, his own actions had been a desperate seeking of relief. The orb, the potentiality of massive destruction, Mystra's forgiveness or lack thereof, the tadpole, the isolation and fear and rotting from the inside out. and then to finally decide to let go of the struggle, to feel the thud of the knife into his chest and all that power and energy start to unwind and still find himself here was something of a system shock. he isn't sure he would thank anyone for it. he does not expect a thank you.
but ... to condemn camille to death for something she had no choice in was an equally wretched choice. it's also so easy to tread down a garden path of who is deserving. that way lies only madness and pain and misery, a devil's bargain of weighing the price of a life against another. one at a time. whoever you can.
he isn't sure she wants him in particular for any sort of comfort - after all, he is at least partially the cause of the distress to begin with - but he steps in a little bit, raising a hand like he's going to put it on her arm. ]
Nothing at all to be sorry for, Camille. All the time you need, of course.
cw: yeah same
to be dragged kicking and screaming back into life and being unsure if grateful is the correct emotion is not unfamiliar. after all, his own actions had been a desperate seeking of relief. The orb, the potentiality of massive destruction, Mystra's forgiveness or lack thereof, the tadpole, the isolation and fear and rotting from the inside out. and then to finally decide to let go of the struggle, to feel the thud of the knife into his chest and all that power and energy start to unwind and still find himself here was something of a system shock. he isn't sure he would thank anyone for it. he does not expect a thank you.
but ... to condemn camille to death for something she had no choice in was an equally wretched choice. it's also so easy to tread down a garden path of who is deserving. that way lies only madness and pain and misery, a devil's bargain of weighing the price of a life against another. one at a time. whoever you can.
he isn't sure she wants him in particular for any sort of comfort - after all, he is at least partially the cause of the distress to begin with - but he steps in a little bit, raising a hand like he's going to put it on her arm. ]
Nothing at all to be sorry for, Camille. All the time you need, of course.