There's an intake of breath, as Dylan opens his mouth to say something. Whatever it is never comes, however, as, as he takes a moment to pull his attentions away from getting Merritt free and really takes in the shadow of despair here, what's going on hits him like a freight train. Whether that's insight on his part, being able to pick the inferred meaning up because, being in Merritt's head, he may as well have explained out loud, or some combination of the two, even he's not sure, but either way, the breath goes out of him almost as quickly as he pulled it in.
The temperature in the room drops noticeably. A spike of heat follows, like standing in front of a space heater on a cold day, albeit not one directed at Merritt, the feeling crashing around him without actually touching him, and then the cold flows back in. There's a sense of sickness to it, Dylan, whatever's beyond him, fighting with his equilibrium as his stomach rolls, and, to a lesser extent, something hard. This affects him; this infuriates him, touching down to the very real core of his temper.
Giving up on the locks, he rounds the chair to stand in front of Merritt, looking as torn between those extremes as he feels. His shadow flickers violently between several different forms, none of them his, and quietly, he puts words to it all. "He used me."
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Date: 2016-06-16 07:11 pm (UTC)The temperature in the room drops noticeably. A spike of heat follows, like standing in front of a space heater on a cold day, albeit not one directed at Merritt, the feeling crashing around him without actually touching him, and then the cold flows back in. There's a sense of sickness to it, Dylan, whatever's beyond him, fighting with his equilibrium as his stomach rolls, and, to a lesser extent, something hard. This affects him; this infuriates him, touching down to the very real core of his temper.
Giving up on the locks, he rounds the chair to stand in front of Merritt, looking as torn between those extremes as he feels. His shadow flickers violently between several different forms, none of them his, and quietly, he puts words to it all. "He used me."