[Ferran tenses at the sight of Maya drawing her weapon, but her admission—her agreement—keeps him from doing anything drastic just yet.
He'd thought he was in that kind of situation before—given a power he didn't ask for, tasked to fight things out of his depth, forced to struggle and claw his way through until he learned how to use his magic. Now he wonders if he was actually in danger at all back home, when it would have been so easy for Onyx and his monsters to kill him in his sleep if that was what he really wanted.
This world? It's so much more dangerous. There is no such thing as a normal life. Feral monsters, sinister magic, gods that take control of whoever they want. Their souls are bound regardless of what they do. They never had a choice. They were given user manuals on how to kill things, and almost nothing else. He barely knows anything about these people.]
You don't get it. All I want is to be left alone!
[The eyes—those both above them and those of the undefined faces—turn judgmental, suspicious, hateful. The last time he tried to be a part of a team, the trust that was built between them was immediately shattered, and it will just be the same here. But honestly, it's not like he can trust himself, either. Black fog continues to seep out of his mouth, drifting up towards the unfathomable shadow overhead. It starts reaching down in the edges of the space, as if to consume it whole from the outside.]
I should have known better than try to get close to anyone. I know how that ends.
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He'd thought he was in that kind of situation before—given a power he didn't ask for, tasked to fight things out of his depth, forced to struggle and claw his way through until he learned how to use his magic. Now he wonders if he was actually in danger at all back home, when it would have been so easy for Onyx and his monsters to kill him in his sleep if that was what he really wanted.
This world? It's so much more dangerous. There is no such thing as a normal life. Feral monsters, sinister magic, gods that take control of whoever they want. Their souls are bound regardless of what they do. They never had a choice. They were given user manuals on how to kill things, and almost nothing else. He barely knows anything about these people.]
You don't get it. All I want is to be left alone!
[The eyes—those both above them and those of the undefined faces—turn judgmental, suspicious, hateful. The last time he tried to be a part of a team, the trust that was built between them was immediately shattered, and it will just be the same here. But honestly, it's not like he can trust himself, either. Black fog continues to seep out of his mouth, drifting up towards the unfathomable shadow overhead. It starts reaching down in the edges of the space, as if to consume it whole from the outside.]
I should have known better than try to get close to anyone. I know how that ends.