At first he can't react to the intrusion of his psyche with anything more than shock, followed by fear, concern, revulsion. What were they doing to her? Was it that demon again? What was he doing to her? Even without her being able to answer the images are enough, sickeningly blending in with her memories of... himself. Them, together, in their closest moments. He desperately reaches back, tries to tell her to hold on, he's coming, that he'll find her and--
She's gone.
Yet he won't give up. So long as he can maintain it, he'll keep trying to keep his mind open to hers, to desperately try to reach her as if even a glimpse of contact might offer him some clue as to where to find her.]
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At first he can't react to the intrusion of his psyche with anything more than shock, followed by fear, concern, revulsion. What were they doing to her? Was it that demon again? What was he doing to her? Even without her being able to answer the images are enough, sickeningly blending in with her memories of... himself. Them, together, in their closest moments. He desperately reaches back, tries to tell her to hold on, he's coming, that he'll find her and--
She's gone.
Yet he won't give up. So long as he can maintain it, he'll keep trying to keep his mind open to hers, to desperately try to reach her as if even a glimpse of contact might offer him some clue as to where to find her.]