[ it's amazing how after all of asriel's work on Dust and how to control it, he still doubts his intuition. he knows how it works, but he has a hard time submitting to the process — and asriel has no excuse, given stelmaria's explicit warnings, but he chooses to ignore it anyway. he likes what he thinks and he's sure this is a gamble he can win. he always wins and it's only a little pain, after all. he won't have to do what he doesn't want to do because lord asriel gets what he wants because he wants things more powerfully than other people, and so on.
stelmaria couldn't know what john would say, but she knows how well asriel has painted himself into this corner to save face. he doesn't consider that she might know better because only one of them has ever been completely honest.
his mistake, of course, was believing there was nothing john could ever say that would get under his skin. arrogance. his daemon gives him a long, knowing look before stalking off with a growl. their separation no longer strains their bond how it used to, but he remembers the feeling keenly enough that it might as well.
asriel is silent for too long after that, but there is nothing good nor clever to say when one half of you has abandoned the other to reap what he's sown. ]
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stelmaria couldn't know what john would say, but she knows how well asriel has painted himself into this corner to save face. he doesn't consider that she might know better because only one of them has ever been completely honest.
his mistake, of course, was believing there was nothing john could ever say that would get under his skin. arrogance. his daemon gives him a long, knowing look before stalking off with a growl. their separation no longer strains their bond how it used to, but he remembers the feeling keenly enough that it might as well.
asriel is silent for too long after that, but there is nothing good nor clever to say when one half of you has abandoned the other to reap what he's sown. ]
Effort counts for something, I'm sure.