[Lavellan doesn't go looking for them until after it's done, after the pool is taken care of. He suspects it won't help much; after all, he'd never seen it before now, and "therapy" was quite effective on him anyway. As Chara knows. Should know.
He isn't there to fight. He couldn't, even if he wanted to: he's exhausted, and as soon as he seems them he falls to his knees, out of energy. His heart crumples to match. It's undeniable what's happened to them, and it's just as undeniable that it's his fault. His fault. He should have done better, been better. And now a child is suffering for his failures.
It takes a while, too long, to catch his breath. He's defenseless like this. He flashes, suddenly, to the confrontation with their shadow, where he'd just as openly exposed himself to harm--but then, if his suspicions are right, that wasn't their shadow at all, was it? He can only hope that the similarity is enough to stay their hand the way they did before.
And if it isn't, then maybe putting him out of their misery will bring them some peace.]
Chara.
[Please look at him. Please talk. Please let him make this right.]
boy do i
He isn't there to fight. He couldn't, even if he wanted to: he's exhausted, and as soon as he seems them he falls to his knees, out of energy. His heart crumples to match. It's undeniable what's happened to them, and it's just as undeniable that it's his fault. His fault. He should have done better, been better. And now a child is suffering for his failures.
It takes a while, too long, to catch his breath. He's defenseless like this. He flashes, suddenly, to the confrontation with their shadow, where he'd just as openly exposed himself to harm--but then, if his suspicions are right, that wasn't their shadow at all, was it? He can only hope that the similarity is enough to stay their hand the way they did before.
And if it isn't, then maybe putting him out of their misery will bring them some peace.]
Chara.
[Please look at him. Please talk. Please let him make this right.]