[It is uncanny, and further disturbing, and he will remember it later but he has no time to think on it now.
Gregor says nothing: the lock of a bound oath clicks over heavy and solid in his mind-- ah, so it was sincere after all, for all that blank repetition. He feels the link blossom in his mind, each petal unfurling one by one and equally slowly he sinks down to his knees without releasing his hands. With this done, with his safety net in place, he can dispense with all the lies and traps. He can be honest.
He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like he'd just sprinted for ten minutes straight, and lets Miles's brother get his first feel of Gregor's mind. He reaches out with light tendrils of sadness, of acceptance, of curiosity for who he is. But most of all he lets him feel his basic altruism, that intense aversion for violence and cruelty, his bone-deep loathing for atrocity, his wistfulness that he could change someone's life for the better.
That he sees him in front of him, eye to eye, and receives him.]
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Gregor says nothing: the lock of a bound oath clicks over heavy and solid in his mind-- ah, so it was sincere after all, for all that blank repetition. He feels the link blossom in his mind, each petal unfurling one by one and equally slowly he sinks down to his knees without releasing his hands. With this done, with his safety net in place, he can dispense with all the lies and traps. He can be honest.
He lets out a shaky breath, feeling like he'd just sprinted for ten minutes straight, and lets Miles's brother get his first feel of Gregor's mind. He reaches out with light tendrils of sadness, of acceptance, of curiosity for who he is. But most of all he lets him feel his basic altruism, that intense aversion for violence and cruelty, his bone-deep loathing for atrocity, his wistfulness that he could change someone's life for the better.
That he sees him in front of him, eye to eye, and receives him.]