[It overwhelms him at first, like being plunged into unrelenting blackness, utter blindness and fear of what's around you, swelling paranoia nearly overtaking him... close enough to his own mental habits, but so different in character...
Gregor hastily tries to force the link to Miles even further closed, but he can't quite manage it; it strains and creaks to whittle down to faint tremors of his brother's mind, the reverberations as contained as he can manage it. That done as well as he can, Gregor musters himself, draws on that forge deep down in his soul beneath all the water and aimless floating and pulls up a piece of molten iron.
His solid will and determination to be true Emperor and all that comes with it: protection, caring, dispensed as streams of cool water over to Miles's brother as well as he can. He can't hide that he thinks of him that way. He can't hide either how wrenchingly sad he is for him, for all that he feels from him, the flashes of memories he gets already until he learns how to contain his mind. It's nothing like pity; it's just the quiet sorrow that has chased him all his days, amplified in reflection.
You're right to hate all of that, he whispers at him. The universe is owed your hate. But you don't need to be afraid. It will be all right. You'll see. I won't let anyone harm you here, not even Miles, and they will listen to me.
Though he can't manage to suppress his absolute faith in Miles, really, that he wouldn't want to harm him in the first place, his pledge stands.]
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Gregor hastily tries to force the link to Miles even further closed, but he can't quite manage it; it strains and creaks to whittle down to faint tremors of his brother's mind, the reverberations as contained as he can manage it. That done as well as he can, Gregor musters himself, draws on that forge deep down in his soul beneath all the water and aimless floating and pulls up a piece of molten iron.
His solid will and determination to be true Emperor and all that comes with it: protection, caring, dispensed as streams of cool water over to Miles's brother as well as he can. He can't hide that he thinks of him that way. He can't hide either how wrenchingly sad he is for him, for all that he feels from him, the flashes of memories he gets already until he learns how to contain his mind. It's nothing like pity; it's just the quiet sorrow that has chased him all his days, amplified in reflection.
You're right to hate all of that, he whispers at him. The universe is owed your hate. But you don't need to be afraid. It will be all right. You'll see. I won't let anyone harm you here, not even Miles, and they will listen to me.
Though he can't manage to suppress his absolute faith in Miles, really, that he wouldn't want to harm him in the first place, his pledge stands.]