Brand reconsiders his stance on tossing Robbie over the edge of the platform.
"It's not a romantic relationship," he growls. "Rune and I aren't in a fucking romantic relationship. I'm his Companion, it's what I am, not how we choose to handle it." He swings around to pin Robbie with a glare. "We've been inside each other's heads since before we were capable of conscious fucking thought, and right now he's. Not. There!"
Part of it is about protecting Rune, part of it is always about Brand's ability to protect Rune, but there's a reason that cleaving a Companion from their Atlantean partner is called a living death and it's not just because their magically-delayed aging catches up with them. Brand feels like his insides have been scooped out, leaving him confused and hollow and agonized, like nothing is ever going to be okay again because Rune is gone.
Anger again burns bright and hot and consuming more than he has in him anymore. Brand slumps again, sliding down to sit on the deck, because he doesn't have it in him to continue to stand.
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"It's not a romantic relationship," he growls. "Rune and I aren't in a fucking romantic relationship. I'm his Companion, it's what I am, not how we choose to handle it." He swings around to pin Robbie with a glare. "We've been inside each other's heads since before we were capable of conscious fucking thought, and right now he's. Not. There!"
Part of it is about protecting Rune, part of it is always about Brand's ability to protect Rune, but there's a reason that cleaving a Companion from their Atlantean partner is called a living death and it's not just because their magically-delayed aging catches up with them. Brand feels like his insides have been scooped out, leaving him confused and hollow and agonized, like nothing is ever going to be okay again because Rune is gone.
Anger again burns bright and hot and consuming more than he has in him anymore. Brand slumps again, sliding down to sit on the deck, because he doesn't have it in him to continue to stand.