[ The strike lands cleanly across his cheek. It stings, of course, just as much as if he were truly alive, but more powerful than the slap is the shock of the action iteslf. He remains frozen, head still turned to the side as she speaks. Her words ring in his ears as his hand lifts absentmindedly to nurse the area. ] You dare--... [ He begins to speak slowly, then abruptly stops.
Even he can see how it was deserved, and for better or worse, rather than provoke his ire, it does snap him out of the more charged mood he had been in... Because, yes, who is he to condemn her. Her dying by his hand hadn't even been part of-- well, his assumptions of what was to happen that day in the throne room two thousand years ago.
He is, however, still the king that was chosen by the crystal to begin the line of Lucis. Somnus' hand lowers from his cheek, momentarily tightening into a fist, then relaxing. She deserves none of this, and perhaps her appearance here has shaken him more than he cares to acknowledge. ]
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Even he can see how it was deserved, and for better or worse, rather than provoke his ire, it does snap him out of the more charged mood he had been in... Because, yes, who is he to condemn her. Her dying by his hand hadn't even been part of-- well, his assumptions of what was to happen that day in the throne room two thousand years ago.
He is, however, still the king that was chosen by the crystal to begin the line of Lucis. Somnus' hand lowers from his cheek, momentarily tightening into a fist, then relaxing. She deserves none of this, and perhaps her appearance here has shaken him more than he cares to acknowledge. ]
...You are correct. The Astrals hold our fates.