Glacius remains still as he watches this strange display, finding himself more and more perturbed the longer it goes on; however, he reacts immediately to his partner's fall, having switched into hypervigilance over the cleric's wellbeing some time ago. He catches Carlisle deftly, letting the human slump into his powerful arms; he doesn't seem to quite have the hang of moving himself, so it seems safest to hang onto him right now so that he doesn't flop or stumble around any more.
"So you don't hear me," the ice alien figures that out for himself easily enough based on the impassive stare he received, and the way he is spoken to so indirectly. It's unspoken, but not through the Mote... but that doesn't mean that he can't be reached that way. It's worth a try, right?
Can you hear me, Carlisle? Glacius tries again; he's felt his partner pull upon the Mote, but never like this. Why like this? Why now? Deep down he thinks he knows the answer, his mind calling back to a fate that Carlisle had been so deeply worried about. While he has always known his partner's demise was a possibility, the ice alien hadn't believed that the human becoming a shade of himself could be reality. It seemed more like an old superstition of his world, just one more lie taught to paint the twice-cursed as less than human, something to be feared...
Now faced with some fairly convincing evidence that it might be more than that, Glacius still refuses to yield to it as a possibility. Carlisle isn't acting maliciously; though he is using his will to communicate, he is not compelling him to do anything. The alien still believes with all his heart that he can reach his partner... and so he tries again, focusing all his will to try and make contact. I'm here for you. I'm here. Are you here?
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"So you don't hear me," the ice alien figures that out for himself easily enough based on the impassive stare he received, and the way he is spoken to so indirectly. It's unspoken, but not through the Mote... but that doesn't mean that he can't be reached that way. It's worth a try, right?
Can you hear me, Carlisle? Glacius tries again; he's felt his partner pull upon the Mote, but never like this. Why like this? Why now? Deep down he thinks he knows the answer, his mind calling back to a fate that Carlisle had been so deeply worried about. While he has always known his partner's demise was a possibility, the ice alien hadn't believed that the human becoming a shade of himself could be reality. It seemed more like an old superstition of his world, just one more lie taught to paint the twice-cursed as less than human, something to be feared...
Now faced with some fairly convincing evidence that it might be more than that, Glacius still refuses to yield to it as a possibility. Carlisle isn't acting maliciously; though he is using his will to communicate, he is not compelling him to do anything. The alien still believes with all his heart that he can reach his partner... and so he tries again, focusing all his will to try and make contact. I'm here for you. I'm here. Are you here?