[Carlisle's hand curls into a fist, taking some of the fabric of his sleeve with it.]
It goes against my very morals.
[As does choosing to exist at all as an undead abomination — Carlisle knows it, Qubit knows it, anyone who has talked to the clergyman about the undead for more than five minutes likely knows it. He despises the undead with all of his being, as does his goddess.
However, as his eyes meet Qubit's imploring gaze, he finds his stubborn determination faltering, halted by the concern it stirs in him. With as calm as his energies are, his head clearer than it has been since his awakening, he can feel the emotion pooling in his chest and gut as though it were a tangible thing; he puts a hand to his heart idly, his hesitation written across his face, woven into his brow.]
This- this is a conversation we have had before, I know, but...
[He and Qubit keep each other focused, give one another the purpose and encouragement needed to stave off their own demons. How far is he willing to bend for a single man?
And why does the thought of doing otherwise make his long-stilled heart ache?]
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It goes against my very morals.
[As does choosing to exist at all as an undead abomination — Carlisle knows it, Qubit knows it, anyone who has talked to the clergyman about the undead for more than five minutes likely knows it. He despises the undead with all of his being, as does his goddess.
However, as his eyes meet Qubit's imploring gaze, he finds his stubborn determination faltering, halted by the concern it stirs in him. With as calm as his energies are, his head clearer than it has been since his awakening, he can feel the emotion pooling in his chest and gut as though it were a tangible thing; he puts a hand to his heart idly, his hesitation written across his face, woven into his brow.]
This- this is a conversation we have had before, I know, but...
[He and Qubit keep each other focused, give one another the purpose and encouragement needed to stave off their own demons. How far is he willing to bend for a single man?
And why does the thought of doing otherwise make his long-stilled heart ache?]