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The first thing Alistair became aware of was the absence of pain. The absence of untamed emotions bashing against him. He no longer felt the sharp pain in his lungs when he took a breath or when the pressure of the mountain. No. This was different. This was quiet. Peaceful. He had never experience something like this. Alistair watched Alexander slowly, watching relief flood his features, and he felt something crack open in his chest. Not painfully. Just... unexpectedly. Like a door he'd kept locked for centuries had suddenly creecked open, letting in light he wasn't prepared for. This boy...this priest... [ "You're— You're awake." ] Alexander's voice was hoarse. Alistair wasnt sure how to respond, no words were coming to his mind. He had so many questions, and there just didnt seem to be enough answers. So he just... watched. Watched Alexander wince as he moved, he noticed the bruises fading beneath his robe, noticed the way he held himself like someone who'd been hurt and was trying not to show it. ( Because of me...) The weight of guilt was heavy in his chest, along with a rage he couldn't explain. A sudden desire to hurt the ones who hurt Alexander. But then he suddenly felt Alexander's arms around him and the demon went completely still. He couldn't remember the last time someone had held him. Couldn't remember if anyone ever had. Demons didn't receive embraces—they received exorcisms, banishments, th end of a holy blade. They didn't get warmth. They didn't get foreheads pressed against their shoulders and warm breath against their skin , and the words, ' I thought I lost you,' were.... His hands lifted, hesitated, hovering in the air somewhere between Alexander's shoulders and empty space. He didn't know what to do with them. Didn't know what to do with any of this. When Alexander pulled back, flushed and stammering apologies, Alistair's hands fell back to his sides. Empty and uncertain. He watched Alexander ramble—worried about dizziness, about pain, about waking him too fast—and felt something twist in his chest. Not the curse. Something else. Something that made his eyes sting in a way that had nothing to do with the light. "I...I don't... hurt," his voice dry. It was the truth, and the truth felt strange on his tongue. He didn't hurt. The curse was silent. Dormant. Was he truly bound to him? This wasn't a dream? Alistair's gaze dropped to his own hands, turning them over slowly as if expecting to see visible proof of the bond. Still in a daze. "You..." He stopped himself...his voice was flat, but his eyes weren't. They lifted to Alexander's face, searching for something—deception, regret, the inevitable disgust he always saw on peoples faces. But Alexander just looked tired. And worried. And so fiercely glad that he was awake... no disgust...no regret. "Why?" The word came out before he could stop it. Small and vulnerable. "Why would you..." He bit his lip, seeing the bruises Alexander tried so hard to hide. "Your people—they hurt you because of me. I could feel it. Through the bond. The pain, I mean. Not the details, just... pain." His jaw tightened. Something flickered in his eyes—guilt? "You should have let me die on that mountain." The words weren't bitter. Just factual. "It would have been easier. For everyone." He looked toward the window where distant chanting could still be heard. Alistair was behaving different...becoming something he couldn't even begin to comprehend. "I don't know how to....." He sighed. Starting over. "I don't know what you expect from me. I don't know how to... repay this. Or..... what happens now." Silence settled between them, heavy with everything unsaid. Alistair's hands curled into the fabric beneath him. Would Cain come for him?

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