[The guilt is heavy, and he, too, is concerned about how he'll be after this...
But he knows if he doesn't, they will lose Violet completely.
If he doesn't, someone else might and he cannot live with that. Cannot live with the idea that she will suffer and die as an abomination. They can't save her anymore—he knows that. There's no turning back from this, he can feel it so keenly now with how close he is. But he can at least end it. End it before she's gone forever.
There's just a very soft, quiet whisper—]
...Goodbye, Violet.
[—before he clenches his fist and first absorbs as much of the nostilium as he can. Even as he feels the tendrils lashing against him, he doesn't waver, instead concentrating to mix it with his own. Storm clouds quickly gather overhead, the thunder mixing in with the high pitched screeches of Violet, and with this surge of power, unseen by anyone, there's a slight red glow of his eyes before he releases all the dreamotion and nostilium he can muster. Lightning surges down around the area, with the bulk of the blast directly hitting the center where he and Violet stand.
It's blinding, hot, deafening.
And it shatters the ice wall Eustace had erected.
When it all clears Eustace kneels on the ground, his right hand changed into clawed form, blue ice covering his arm all the way up to his shoulder. Even his left hand and parts of his neck has some patches. Yet his gaze is focused on the very small tiny form that is curled up in that clawed hand, his eyes filled with that sense of loss and despair.]
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But he knows if he doesn't, they will lose Violet completely.
If he doesn't, someone else might and he cannot live with that. Cannot live with the idea that she will suffer and die as an abomination. They can't save her anymore—he knows that. There's no turning back from this, he can feel it so keenly now with how close he is. But he can at least end it. End it before she's gone forever.
There's just a very soft, quiet whisper—]
...Goodbye, Violet.
[—before he clenches his fist and first absorbs as much of the nostilium as he can. Even as he feels the tendrils lashing against him, he doesn't waver, instead concentrating to mix it with his own. Storm clouds quickly gather overhead, the thunder mixing in with the high pitched screeches of Violet, and with this surge of power, unseen by anyone, there's a slight red glow of his eyes before he releases all the dreamotion and nostilium he can muster. Lightning surges down around the area, with the bulk of the blast directly hitting the center where he and Violet stand.
It's blinding, hot, deafening.
And it shatters the ice wall Eustace had erected.
When it all clears Eustace kneels on the ground, his right hand changed into clawed form, blue ice covering his arm all the way up to his shoulder. Even his left hand and parts of his neck has some patches. Yet his gaze is focused on the very small tiny form that is curled up in that clawed hand, his eyes filled with that sense of loss and despair.]