Emilio's jaw tightened at the mental demand.
Choose.
What did it want me to choose?
He was vaguely aware of the tightness around his free hand and the warmth that accompanied it. He did not look to check.
Unnur. How had I forgotten? She is right beside me. Isn't she?
He knew that the woman he loved stood beside her and yet, why had he felt that trickle of doubt? Was it a temporary bout of forgetfulness in an intense moment? But neither of those answers made sense.
What am I so afraid of?
Beyond his senses there was nothing but the abyss and this… entity of pure magic. It had turned its gaze to him and invaded his thoughts.
If I just let go, it will all stop.
Wait.
What will all stop?
Why does letting go hurt so much?
What am I even holding on to?
Stop fighting.
Don't listen to it. Keep fighting.
