[The cut hurts, far more than any ordinary blade should. But it's not an ordinary blade, is it? It's Apep's weapon, imbibed with the god's anger and bloodlust and hate, and it's agony as it slices into his skin. Giles grits his teeth against the pain, his face screwed up in agony and his body tense as a whipcord beneath Helios. The fact that the cut is jagged due to Helios' shaking hand only makes it hurt more.]
I-I know... [Those two words cost him a lot to say, because he can't keep the hurt out of his voice.
He knows that Helios would never do this to him, if he had a choice, if he had control. He can only imagine the hell Apep is putting him through. This isn't Helios' fault. And yet, even if they're filled with tears, having those green eyes staring down at him instead of Apep's red only makes it harder to endure.
Because Helios shouldn't be doing this to him.]
Y-You have to fight him, Helios...y-you've done it before...I, I know you can...
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I-I know... [Those two words cost him a lot to say, because he can't keep the hurt out of his voice.
He knows that Helios would never do this to him, if he had a choice, if he had control. He can only imagine the hell Apep is putting him through. This isn't Helios' fault. And yet, even if they're filled with tears, having those green eyes staring down at him instead of Apep's red only makes it harder to endure.
Because Helios shouldn't be doing this to him.]
Y-You have to fight him, Helios...y-you've done it before...I, I know you can...