Though the wings were currently not present some mannerisms still persisted. Yue's shoulders shifted a little in an unconscious movement which would have drawn his wings closer about himself, as his attention still remained fixed upon some undetermined spot to one side of the bench. What had he come to talk to Fai about? He hadn't stopped to question the impulse, though perhaps he should have, since he had yet to decide just how he felt toward the magician at the moment.
Certainly, he was pleased that Fai had somehow survived. Despite everything, despite what the guardian himself had done, the one he had chosen to protect still lived. Or had been revived, through whatever power Landel seemed to possess -- there were patients here who claimed to have been dead in their home worlds, but were alive and breathing, so why couldn't that extend to those who had been killed while here? But power always carried with it some kind of balance, which made Yue wonder just what price had been paid to revive Fai. Did the man even know?
At the same time, however, there was still a balance between the two of them. Fai had forced his hand, certainly -- but it was still his hand that had dealt the fatal blow. It was his guilt to be borne, even though (or perhaps because) Fai was alive here and now. He still had to do something about that.
Yue drew himself up, forcing his shoulders to straighten despite the impulse that wanted the missing wings to curve tighter about himself. "I had thought it a good idea for us to visit that place. That it would be safer for the two of us to proceed onward. I was clearly mistaken, and will not make such an error again."
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Certainly, he was pleased that Fai had somehow survived. Despite everything, despite what the guardian himself had done, the one he had chosen to protect still lived. Or had been revived, through whatever power Landel seemed to possess -- there were patients here who claimed to have been dead in their home worlds, but were alive and breathing, so why couldn't that extend to those who had been killed while here? But power always carried with it some kind of balance, which made Yue wonder just what price had been paid to revive Fai. Did the man even know?
At the same time, however, there was still a balance between the two of them. Fai had forced his hand, certainly -- but it was still his hand that had dealt the fatal blow. It was his guilt to be borne, even though (or perhaps because) Fai was alive here and now. He still had to do something about that.
Yue drew himself up, forcing his shoulders to straighten despite the impulse that wanted the missing wings to curve tighter about himself. "I had thought it a good idea for us to visit that place. That it would be safer for the two of us to proceed onward. I was clearly mistaken, and will not make such an error again."