@nomaiel your dynamis was off at applebee’s (i cant take credit for this joke. i stole it. from twitter)
Soul meet soul, aether meet aether, monster-to-be meet monster-who-is, there’s all sorts of descriptors to be used in this situation, but none to articulate the pit in his belly that opens up when the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. It’s just for an instant, but Hermes sees all his future deeds and horrors, and he is terrified.
The ancient stands slack-jawed staring at the other who shares his soul / this version of him that he cannot identify with. Or so he says, wanting desperately to believe there isn’t a buried part of him that cries out with joy at finally--FINALLY--being seen. A sick twisted form of catharsis, maybe, if he dwells on it long enough but -- no. No!! NO.
One tear falls from his right eye.
“Please,” polite until the end, not knowing how to be anything else, and he will break for it, “This can’t be happening.”