Given that the double share's Carlisle's memories and past, he might find himself suddenly taken back to a moment he's been fearing for a long time now: pinned helplessly with a massive ice alien bristling before him, anger and betrayal having turned the otherworldly being against him. In that moment, Glacius' visage looks far too much like Algidus, those green eyes blazing with a cold rage... but that is not all there is. There's hurt, too, the double's words having left their mark just like they were intended to... it has wounded him so deeply to know that someone who seems so much like his friend in so many ways could think that about him.
His spirit is already wavering; he can't afford to listen to anything else the double has to say--and he still has to act quickly, lest the real Carlisle's condition worsen any further. The ice alien draws his free hand back, but it's not a razor-sharp lance or a serrated blade that forms. Despite everything that's been said, Glacius is still a gentle being, one marked by the lives he's had to take. He doesn't want to have to resort to that now, especially not against someone that still looks so much like the man that used to be his closest friend... he knows that any pain he causes here, he will see and remember each time he looks upon Carlisle's face.
So in the end the double is lucky enough to receive a mercy he does not deserve--though he's not going to be allowed to go freely, he is going to be left with his life intact. The alien's closed fist collides with forceful precision against his skull once to render him unconscious, then twice for good measure (and due to lingering anger)... then tosses the human to the side and finally collapses as the weight of the abusive words Carlise's doubled had liberally heaped upon him beats him to his hands and knees. Despair burns in his chest, hot and painful, threatening to incapacitate him... but the knowledge that the real clergyman still needs him pushes him forward. He fumbles for his communication device, picks it up in one fumbling hand.
CHILD NO it's gonna be okay... eventually.....
His spirit is already wavering; he can't afford to listen to anything else the double has to say--and he still has to act quickly, lest the real Carlisle's condition worsen any further. The ice alien draws his free hand back, but it's not a razor-sharp lance or a serrated blade that forms. Despite everything that's been said, Glacius is still a gentle being, one marked by the lives he's had to take. He doesn't want to have to resort to that now, especially not against someone that still looks so much like the man that used to be his closest friend... he knows that any pain he causes here, he will see and remember each time he looks upon Carlisle's face.
So in the end the double is lucky enough to receive a mercy he does not deserve--though he's not going to be allowed to go freely, he is going to be left with his life intact. The alien's closed fist collides with forceful precision against his skull once to render him unconscious, then twice for good measure (and due to lingering anger)... then tosses the human to the side and finally collapses as the weight of the abusive words Carlise's doubled had liberally heaped upon him beats him to his hands and knees. Despair burns in his chest, hot and painful, threatening to incapacitate him... but the knowledge that the real clergyman still needs him pushes him forward. He fumbles for his communication device, picks it up in one fumbling hand.
"Carlisle. I need your location."