The pain and fright comes through Carlisle's voice clear as day, and Glacius feel his already battered hearts clench up as he is struck by the notion that something is very wrong. He has countless questions of his own--how can he be sure that the man talking to him over the phone isn't the double? What if this is some sort of trap? Does he really feel that way about him? What if he comes to this Carlisle's aid only to be abandoned all over again? -- but everything gets tamped down because the way the clergyman over the communications device is speaking to him and still trying to help him despite his own pain is familiar, while the way the one standing before him is not.
He has to act quickly, not only because the person who used to be one of his closest friends could be in danger, but because he doesn't want to give this double a chance to realize that his cover has been effectively blown.
"Carlisle and I are... having some trouble... but I will be there shortly," Glacius responds, unable to keep the waver from his voice, but wanting the real Carlisle to know that his warning has been received without alerting his double that he's been found out. "He appears to be on his way out. Just give me one moment and do not hang up." He places the communications device on an end table, then turns to face the other clergyman, hanging his head despondently--and he's still hurt enough over what has been said that it's not an act--as he approaches.
"Very well, then. No more groveling. Your decision has been made... but let me at least see you off."
And with that he closes the distance, snatches the double up by the front of his tabard and shirt, and slams him with considerable force against a nearby wall.
Coughing up nasty fluid? Yep that's Carlisle
He has to act quickly, not only because the person who used to be one of his closest friends could be in danger, but because he doesn't want to give this double a chance to realize that his cover has been effectively blown.
"Carlisle and I are... having some trouble... but I will be there shortly," Glacius responds, unable to keep the waver from his voice, but wanting the real Carlisle to know that his warning has been received without alerting his double that he's been found out. "He appears to be on his way out. Just give me one moment and do not hang up." He places the communications device on an end table, then turns to face the other clergyman, hanging his head despondently--and he's still hurt enough over what has been said that it's not an act--as he approaches.
"Very well, then. No more groveling. Your decision has been made... but let me at least see you off."
And with that he closes the distance, snatches the double up by the front of his tabard and shirt, and slams him with considerable force against a nearby wall.