[ The look on her face hurts, even before she runs from him. And almost, Ezar lets her go, already feeling the horrible, sinking darkness that assumes whatever has happened is his fault, and the only way to solve it, to not hurt her, is to remove himself.
But now. He's fought with himself long and hard, both successfully and at times unsuccessfully, to escape that feeling, to know that it is invariably a lie. It's never as simple as a single decision, to choose to not be the one who lets go and hides. It's a choice to be made again and again and again, every day, every week, every month, to try even after after failing. But maybe, just maybe, it's starting to get a little easier.
Where once he would have let her go and wallowed in the hurt of it, now he takes a firm mental grip on himself, swallows that hurt, and follows. At the least, he can't desert her, not in this horrible, burning place, not when she's so scared.
A black mage, even one as fit as Summer, is no match in speed for a dragoon. He catches up easily, in time to see some... thing big and with far too many eyes and teeth where eyes and teeth had no business being, burst from a collapsing building.
He runs in, knowing full well this will probably get him kicked in the nuts or punched in the neck or maybe both, grabs for her, and jumps. ]
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But now. He's fought with himself long and hard, both successfully and at times unsuccessfully, to escape that feeling, to know that it is invariably a lie. It's never as simple as a single decision, to choose to not be the one who lets go and hides. It's a choice to be made again and again and again, every day, every week, every month, to try even after after failing. But maybe, just maybe, it's starting to get a little easier.
Where once he would have let her go and wallowed in the hurt of it, now he takes a firm mental grip on himself, swallows that hurt, and follows. At the least, he can't desert her, not in this horrible, burning place, not when she's so scared.
A black mage, even one as fit as Summer, is no match in speed for a dragoon. He catches up easily, in time to see some... thing big and with far too many eyes and teeth where eyes and teeth had no business being, burst from a collapsing building.
He runs in, knowing full well this will probably get him kicked in the nuts or punched in the neck or maybe both, grabs for her, and jumps. ]