[Everything is said and done. Dylas has accepted his other self. The part of him that wants something better for himself, the part he’s buried for so long because of all the sins he’s done has come to light. So has the darker part of him, the part of him that still feels like a monster and the good feelings that came with it. Behind all of it, though, he’d just been lonely and refusing to let anything change because of how much torture he’d endured in Ryslig.
Standing in the lab, Dylas’ clothes are in tatters from all the burns and attacks he’d endured, and his entire body is aching from head to toe. He pants, doubling over for breath for a few moments before he straightens himself back up. What does he even say after all of this? To Midna, who helped him. And to Ales, who...he’s not sure even wanted to be there.]
I’m not even sure what to say. Thanks doesn’t seem like it really...
[And then the fatigue rears its ugly head again and he falls into a kneeling position, catching himself before he falls all the way to the floor. He’s back to panting, his tail swishing wildly in irritation. Even worse than that is how his eyes sting, because he’s crying, and it just doesn’t seem to stop.]
Part 2 to save time because I suck
Standing in the lab, Dylas’ clothes are in tatters from all the burns and attacks he’d endured, and his entire body is aching from head to toe. He pants, doubling over for breath for a few moments before he straightens himself back up. What does he even say after all of this? To Midna, who helped him. And to Ales, who...he’s not sure even wanted to be there.]
I’m not even sure what to say. Thanks doesn’t seem like it really...
[And then the fatigue rears its ugly head again and he falls into a kneeling position, catching himself before he falls all the way to the floor. He’s back to panting, his tail swishing wildly in irritation. Even worse than that is how his eyes sting, because he’s crying, and it just doesn’t seem to stop.]