Xochipilli was quiet, as Carasson tried to reassure him that he would have done the same. He refused to believe that; Cara had always been the stronger man. He'd always made decisions that were for the best of others... Chip simply did not see Carasson as selfish.
It's only when the First spoke that he remembered all of it, that Chip dared look at him. The Keeper's dark eyes searched questioningly, drifting to the way the other man was wringing his hands together.
And slowly, he reached to pull Cara's hands apart, fingers threading through his fingers.
Carasson was just as traumatized as Xochipilli. He could see that, really see that now.
He studied his First, and pulled him forward, directing him to seat himself against the shelter they were building.
It's only when the First spoke that he remembered all of it, that Chip dared look at him. The Keeper's dark eyes searched questioningly, drifting to the way the other man was wringing his hands together.
And slowly, he reached to pull Cara's hands apart, fingers threading through his fingers.
I'm sorry. I... hoped you wouldn't. I guess, I hoped that spirit would take those memories but...He frowned, squeezing the others hands tightly.
Carasson was just as traumatized as Xochipilli. He could see that, really see that now.
I'm... alive. Mostly.Part of him had died each time Cara's body was used against him. Something had definitely died during that last battle, before the ex-Inquisitor got involved.
He studied his First, and pulled him forward, directing him to seat himself against the shelter they were building.
I'm sorry that you remember.It was almost as bad as living through it.
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