[ as far as phainon's concerned: up until this point, it was just castorice and himself — a disconcerting outcome, but a touch more forgiving, merely denoting an indefinite pause to their respective flame-chase journey. it's the addition of mydeimos that leaves him more panicked than he cares to admit. the news delivered of the flame reaver's survival, still running amok the grounds of amphoreus, still rings with deafening clarity —
but that's something he'll have to address with mydeimos later. for now: phainon readily leans into the distraction, something that'll keep him rooted in the present than hopeless what-ifs. mydeimos needn't complete the sentence; the chrysos heirs likely understand, as a collective, what being here entails, how much of a disruption it actually is to their more dire circumstances back home where they actually belong. but they're left with no choice: save this world, and it may ensure amphoreus' future, somehow.
he'll confess, at least — ] ... You feel different. [ less demigod, more like a chyrsos heir who has yet to participate in a trial and actually come out of it triumphant. then again, that can all be chalked up to his senses already made dull from that unfortunate operation. it doesn't really explain why castorice also feels particularly off — less perilous, as if being near is less of a hazard than it was before.
phainon's quick to move on, still. with a shake of his head: ] Feeling shy, Mydeimos? That's unlike you. But... there is something I've been wondering about for awhile now, though I suppose... the question I've been hoping to ask has found itself somewhat revised due to recent occurrences. You wouldn't mind indulging me, would you?
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but that's something he'll have to address with mydeimos later. for now: phainon readily leans into the distraction, something that'll keep him rooted in the present than hopeless what-ifs. mydeimos needn't complete the sentence; the chrysos heirs likely understand, as a collective, what being here entails, how much of a disruption it actually is to their more dire circumstances back home where they actually belong. but they're left with no choice: save this world, and it may ensure amphoreus' future, somehow.
he'll confess, at least — ] ... You feel different. [ less demigod, more like a chyrsos heir who has yet to participate in a trial and actually come out of it triumphant. then again, that can all be chalked up to his senses already made dull from that unfortunate operation. it doesn't really explain why castorice also feels particularly off — less perilous, as if being near is less of a hazard than it was before.
phainon's quick to move on, still. with a shake of his head: ] Feeling shy, Mydeimos? That's unlike you. But... there is something I've been wondering about for awhile now, though I suppose... the question I've been hoping to ask has found itself somewhat revised due to recent occurrences. You wouldn't mind indulging me, would you?