[Tyler can't quite keep how unsettling that notion is from fully creeping in to his posture; he stiffens, hunches a little, a worried frown creases his brow.
He can't imagine having to be the one to make that call. Doesn't want to imagine how that compares to his own choosing of who to escape his durance with, sacrificing half of everyone left he cared about to god knows what kind of torment, for his own skin.
Jesus christ why does everything with Solus have to hit him so hard.]
That would have been your hand that struck down so many, then. [His form is still tense, but he's truly not being judgemental, or snide. If anything, he looks... sympathetic, almost. It's just a passing thought.] And then the rest of who remained summoned Hydaelyn, right?
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He can't imagine having to be the one to make that call. Doesn't want to imagine how that compares to his own choosing of who to escape his durance with, sacrificing half of everyone left he cared about to god knows what kind of torment, for his own skin.
Jesus christ why does everything with Solus have to hit him so hard.]
That would have been your hand that struck down so many, then. [His form is still tense, but he's truly not being judgemental, or snide. If anything, he looks... sympathetic, almost. It's just a passing thought.] And then the rest of who remained summoned Hydaelyn, right?