When the orb of light briefly illuminates Glacius' features, he looks surprised--and then deeply saddened with it ultimately winks out. Maybe he's just drawing nonexistant parallels between their cultures, but it seems like further evidence of not only his friend's lack of physical strength, but his flagging spirit, as well. Moved by the sight, the ice alien does immediately reach out to take the clergyman's hand when it seeks his-- in the other he manifests his own Mote, as if seeking not only to chase the darkness out from the human's immediate vicinity, but from his thoughts as well.
It is not at all the bright and vibrant light that Carlisle once saw when the cave was flooded with darkness and the alien's spirit had not yet fallen under all these heavy burdens; reflecting the alien's state of being, it is dimmer now, and flickers sadly with each pained hiss of breath or crack of damaged icy skin when he moves. But it does thrum insistently as Glacius continues pushing himself to speak--evidence of just how strongly the otherworldly being believes what he says that the clergyman can see with his own two eyes.
"You... have your own wounds. Deeper ones, left from a lifetime... of undeserved doubt... and judgment. And if we do not talk now, they will worsen... I... cannot allow..." the ice alien pauses, pants for a few moments, then takes a deeper breath that makes him shudder. He focuses his glowing green eyes on Carlisle, eyes that burn with conviction.
"I... am... not of your world. Your curse... means nothing. Your blood line... means... nothing." Glacius breathes again, squeezing the clergyman's hand tightly. It's so important that he understand. "But You... mean... everything to me."
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It is not at all the bright and vibrant light that Carlisle once saw when the cave was flooded with darkness and the alien's spirit had not yet fallen under all these heavy burdens; reflecting the alien's state of being, it is dimmer now, and flickers sadly with each pained hiss of breath or crack of damaged icy skin when he moves. But it does thrum insistently as Glacius continues pushing himself to speak--evidence of just how strongly the otherworldly being believes what he says that the clergyman can see with his own two eyes.
"You... have your own wounds. Deeper ones, left from a lifetime... of undeserved doubt... and judgment. And if we do not talk now, they will worsen... I... cannot allow..." the ice alien pauses, pants for a few moments, then takes a deeper breath that makes him shudder. He focuses his glowing green eyes on Carlisle, eyes that burn with conviction.
"I... am... not of your world. Your curse... means nothing. Your blood line... means... nothing." Glacius breathes again, squeezing the clergyman's hand tightly. It's so important that he understand. "But You... mean... everything to me."