Seisyll leaned back, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the desk. His unsettling, blackened grin had faded into something more thoughtful, almost grave. "Fedlimid." He began, his voice quieter now but no less firm. "You're not going to figure this out alone, you need Arthur."
Fedlimid tensed, his eyes narrowing. "Arthur? No." The word came out sharper than he intended. He shook his head, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. "I can't. I won't. I'm not ready to face him."
Seisyll tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle he hadn't yet solved. "Why not? He's the one who found you. Brought you back, quite literally from the brink of something unspeakable. If anyone understands what you're going through, it's him."
Fedlimid's jaw tightened, his voice dropping to a low growl. "That's exactly the problem. I don't want him to understand. I don't want him looking at me like I'm some broken piece of a puzzle he's already solved."
