[For all his crimes, Onyx had apparently healed Ferran as much as was capable; blood loss and the underlying spiritual damage are unfortunately not something that can be remedied so easily. And if nothing else, the young man apparently isn't awake enough to be aware of any pain. The ever-present cracks on his face and his wrists remain unaffected, so dark it's impossible to even tell what they might be made of.
Onyx lets out a hmph.]
If you're lucky, the cruelty of the world will wear you down eventually. But if you're foolish enough to continue denying the reality, you'll simply break, just as he has. That is what happens when you place your faith in the impossible.
[He takes a step closer, his silver heel heavy against the floor.]
Well, then. If all you intend to do is bore me with further idealism, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.
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Onyx lets out a hmph.]
If you're lucky, the cruelty of the world will wear you down eventually. But if you're foolish enough to continue denying the reality, you'll simply break, just as he has. That is what happens when you place your faith in the impossible.
[He takes a step closer, his silver heel heavy against the floor.]
Well, then. If all you intend to do is bore me with further idealism, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.