[Even without a response, Ion keeps going, his wrenching heart and his spinning head propelling him thoughtlessly forward until his arms wrap around Sandalphon's, holding onto him like a child.
And that's all that he is, ultimately.
Here, without his artes, with a meaningless title, losing more and more what feels like by the day, he feels smaller than ever. Weaker than ever.
He tightens his hold instinctively, as if he fears that Sandalphon will dissipate into light between his fingers. The thought is too much to bear.]
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And that's all that he is, ultimately.
Here, without his artes, with a meaningless title, losing more and more what feels like by the day, he feels smaller than ever. Weaker than ever.
He tightens his hold instinctively, as if he fears that Sandalphon will dissipate into light between his fingers. The thought is too much to bear.]