[Like Estinien, Aymeric trails off. Not because he's spotted a familiar face, but because he can detect the abrupt shift in his companion's mood. His gaze flicks backward first, following the man's path. He anticipates... something, certainly. Mayhap the Dread Wyrm doing something unspeakable in an attempt to get a rise out of both of them. But when his gaze meets empty air, he's left to turn forward once more.
The family stands out, just as Thordan did. Unlike Estinien and himself, their features had not been altered, nor had they been supplied any clothes better suiting the environment or culture. People plucked from his home then, ghostly creatures sent to haunt...
Who? They certainly aren't familiar to Aymeric, and if they were meant to be abstract manifestations of his guilt, surely they would not look upon him so... kindly.
The pieces fall into place abruptly, and a chill shoots down Aymeric's spine when the realization finally dawns on him. He has not pried into Estinien's past in sometime, didn't need to when he had just enough details to not ask again.]
Estinien.
[Words don't come to him -- how could they when faced with a memory like this. Instead, his muscles move on instinct, taking hold of the man's hand. It's the closest thing to his own, after all, and perhaps it would ground him. Maybe it would do something to offset the fact that he was faced with the man's long-dead family.]
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[Like Estinien, Aymeric trails off. Not because he's spotted a familiar face, but because he can detect the abrupt shift in his companion's mood. His gaze flicks backward first, following the man's path. He anticipates... something, certainly. Mayhap the Dread Wyrm doing something unspeakable in an attempt to get a rise out of both of them. But when his gaze meets empty air, he's left to turn forward once more.
The family stands out, just as Thordan did. Unlike Estinien and himself, their features had not been altered, nor had they been supplied any clothes better suiting the environment or culture. People plucked from his home then, ghostly creatures sent to haunt...
Who? They certainly aren't familiar to Aymeric, and if they were meant to be abstract manifestations of his guilt, surely they would not look upon him so... kindly.
The pieces fall into place abruptly, and a chill shoots down Aymeric's spine when the realization finally dawns on him. He has not pried into Estinien's past in sometime, didn't need to when he had just enough details to not ask again.]
Estinien.
[Words don't come to him -- how could they when faced with a memory like this. Instead, his muscles move on instinct, taking hold of the man's hand. It's the closest thing to his own, after all, and perhaps it would ground him. Maybe it would do something to offset the fact that he was faced with the man's long-dead family.]