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PSL - Felih and Rihnn go to the First...

And it's not right.

P'rihnn is honestly not sure what happened. One moment he had been fighting Zenos - or rather, Elidibus in Zenos' skin - and the next he was here. He vaguely remembers being hit by a powerful headache and seeing Elidibus approach him as if for a decisive blow, but the voice that had called him didn't seem quite the same as before. Was this how it had been for the others? For the Scions? Did his body lie on the ground in the Ghimlyt Dark, soul torn away? And for this?

He looks around his surroundings, frown growing deeper and deeper as he realises he hasn't the slightest clue where he is. There is no place he knows with such dense, purple foliage... and the light shining down on him is strangely oppressive, though he can't say why.

Fortunately he can see a nearby structure, and what looks like it might be a path. He can vaguely make out something beyond the trees, too, so... that way, then. After checking to make sure he still has his chakrams, just in case, P'rihnn makes his way to the wooden structure, looking around him to see if he can spy someone he can question.

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At the sound of Felih's voice, the Exarch finds himself going rigid, as though his blood simply froze. A strange combination of utter relief to hear that he yet lives, and a chilling realisation that he is completely unguarded - even as he kneels in the middle of the Ocular, he still maintains the shield over the Crystarium in case of strays, in no position to concern himself with personal barriers. He hadn't even realised that Felih had entered the Tower, when ordinarily he would be aware of any movement within its walls.

"Stay back!" he is quick to protest, loud enough for his raspy voice to crackle. "Do not concern yourself with me!"

"No, I certainly will not stay back," Felih says, immediately striding forward towards the man on the floor. "You're clearly wounded or otherwise exhausted- you've collapsed. And as the supposed protector of this city, I have every right to 'concern' myself with you!"

Stubborn and annoyed now, he kneels down beside the hooded figure and starts to run glowing hands over the man's body through the clothing, checking for wounds or injuries, but instead just stunning himself with how much crystal he finds instead. It was one thing to see the hands, the feet, claimed by crystal- but this man's near entire body was...

It gives him pause.

"...where were you? The entire city fighting to defend itself, to try and save any outside the walls... and you were here?"

So focused is he on his connection to the Tower, keeping that shield up, that he cannot even resist Felih's attempts to investigate whatever wounds he imagines he must have beyond the instinctive flinch. He cannot bear having him so close, and unconsciously his teeth grind together as he tries to tolerate it to the best of his ability, but it's so hard.

"You are a distraction," he near hisses. "I yet maintain the barrier shielding this city. An attack of this scale has left it greatly weakened, and I cannot allow them within the city walls."

Felih flinches slightly, and a low growl starts to rumble in his chest. A rare sound, from the usually cheery Miqo'te, but he's irate now, his tail lashing to and fro.

"So you maintain the barrier. A distraction, am I? My! For a distraction to be summoned across the rift, stolen from my home and loved ones, daring to worry about your health even despite it all!" The glow of aether fades from his hands as they instead grip at the front of the Exarch's robes.

"How dare you," he hisses. "Keeping me at arm's length after all you've done to me, after all I'm trying to do for both our worlds. Refusing to tell me aught that may help me understand- help me to help!"

Even as he grips the front of his robes, Felih will quickly find that crystal spreads beneath his hands, spreading across not only the Exarch's chest but through the fabric and glowing bright blue as the Exarch makes a barely distinguishable hiss of pain... but he doesn't resist. He wants to, but he can't, lest his hood fall back and reveal the truth of it. The very last thing he wants is for Felih to realise this hollow monster of a man is all that is left of his treasured friend.

"Let me go," he says, voice soft but with an undeniable tremble to it that prevents him from sounding the unfeeling automaton he has presented himself as. "I know very well what I have done."

The tremble in the man's voice makes Felih's anger falter yet again, and he finds it harder to hold onto it. He's not one to hold onto anger for long, but damn it all, he's trying to be angry and the tremble in that voice makes his heart break, his hands trembling where they keep gripping tightly at the man's robes.

"You called me here to help them," he says, voice weak. "You called me here to help. So why won't you let me? Why won't you tell me what I need to know? Let me help!"

It's as he's bowing his head and tugging the man closer that he catches it.

The faintest trace of an all-too-familiar scent. Something that makes him freeze and tense up, although his grip becomes tighter.

"...this... your scent..."

If he wasn't already holding himself as rigid, the Exarch is certain he would have frozen up at the mention of his scent. Surely there is no possible way it could be recognised - the scent of corrupted aether and crystal clings to him, growing stronger with each passing day, so much that whatever recognisable remnant of it was left would surely be overpowered beyond recognition.

"Let me go," he repeats, voice pitching lower - the tremble is still there, but this time there's a warning tone to it. If Felih doesn't release him, he will make him.

Felih's ears twitch backwards as his tail stiffens up. That's a warning tone if he ever heard it, but this is his only chance. He may never get this chance again, to be so close to the Exarch, to see what the man is so desperately trying to hide from him.

And that single, faint hint of a familiar scent has him desperate for answers.

He's quick. His hands go for the Exarch's hood and pull it back, stubbornly trying to unveil the man before he has a chance to force him away.

"No!"

The reaction is instant - to swiftly pull the Exarch's hood back in such a manner here, in the Ocular, where his power is at its strongest is just asking for a retaliatory burst of bright, crackling aether, aimed very specifically to throw his assailant back and away from him. Immediately he turns his face away, pulling his hood back up over his ears in the desperate hope Felih had seen nothing, but he is filled with an icy certainty that his effort is in vain.

"Leave me!" he growls - whatever Felih has to say he does not want to hear it. If he knows... it might raise poor, long-dead G'raha Tia from where he's buried deep in the Exarch's heart, only to kill him once again.

A glimpse is all Felih needs. A glimpse of red eyes and the familiar curve of his lips, even crystalline as they are, the faint scent that still lingers in his hair, the fur's color changed but still-

He finds himself slammed against the wall of the Ocular, slumping down into a crumpled pile on the floor, and tears are finally spilling free- not from pain, but from heartbreak.

"You lied to me," he hiccups and gasps, shaking as he tries to lift himself so soon after the blow. "Raha- Raha-! Look at me! Don't you dare-" He coughs and forces himself to sit up, claws digging at the crystalline floor.

"Don't you dare lock yourself away again!"

His effort to hide his face again is thwarted by the way the fabric snags on the jagged ruin of his ear, but it is clearly too late regardless - Felih knows, and the sound of his name on his lips after so long cuts through his crystal heart like a dagger and he freezes completely, hands fixed on his hood in the middle of pulling it over him.

"Don't call me that," he says, voice almost inaudibly quiet. This discovery was the one thing he feared the most - that Felih would find himself heartbroken and betrayed by his once dear friend, and face what had become of him. Hurt, betrayal, heartache... all the things he never wanted to inflict upon someone he still loved so much. Better he remain a callous, cruel stranger, Felih completely ignorant of the truth. After all, after so very long, it was barely even a lie.

After a long moment he draws himself to his feet, allowing his hood to fall over his shoulders, knowing it is too late to hide but refusing to make eye contact.

"How can you look at me and think for one moment that I am still him? Be gone with you."

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"I am not leaving you again!" Felih hisses, pushing himself up to stand, shaking before he starts striding back towards the man now uncloaked and exposed. "I did it once- I already did it once, and I've regretted every moment since!"

He doesn't care if he has to fight through a barrier. He's determined to reach the Exarch and take his face in his hands, to look into those eyes he adores so much, to try and suss out the man he loves and remembers.

"What's happened? This crystal- it consumes your very being! What- why, Raha? How could this happen?"

While the Exarch has completely failed to put his usual barrier back in place, the Tower responds readily to his spiking anxiety as Felih tries to get close, surrounding him with visible, crackling blue aether that would deliver quite a shock if Felih tried to push through. He backs up a little as Felih approaches, still resolutely refusing to meet his gaze.

"It does not matter!" he insists. "I do not matter! I do not know how much more I can impress this upon you. 'tis the people out there who want for your care and need for your aid. I'm..."

Already dead, though he tails off before completing the sentence, edging further and further back as Felih tries to approach him.

Felih is startled by the shocks the aether delivers to him, crying out and choking in pain, but stubbornly pushing through. If there isn't a barrier, he won't be stopped- enduring pain like this is nothing compared to the things he's already had to go through. Though, he wonders if it's the tower honing in on his inherent weakness to lightning, or if it's some part of Raha that remembers and is using it against him.

"You do matter! It matters to me!" Felih protests through his gasps of agony, taking staggering steps towards the man trying so hard to back away from him. But there's only so far the Exarch can go until his back is to the wall, and Felih won't give up until he can embrace the man and cling to him for dear life.

The Exarch doesn't realise how far he's backed up until he collides with the wall, with a small gasp of surprise when he does and realises he can go no further. "I do not deserve it!" he continues to protest, but with Felih so close he finally cannot help but meet his eyes and even though he'd thought he had long lost the ability to cry his throat aches and his eyes burn. "Not now! I'm not who I was!"

Without his cowl, his confidence and robotic calm is completely stripped away, leaving him far too vulnerable.

Felih refuses to give up, and it's not long until he's draped his arms over the Exarch's shoulders and pulled him close, clutching tightly at him while a hand tangles into the long white mane, and he wonders what happened to the beautiful crimson it had once been. His features frozen in time by crystal, young as he remembered, but the eyes so weary and pained and terrified.

"You don't get to decide that," Felih whispers against his neck, on the side of Raha's good ear. "I decide who and what I care about. And you- you... you've no idea how I've longed to see you again..."

There's tears pouring down his cheeks as he nuzzles at cold crystal, heart breaking into pieces as he realizes how the man's body has truly been ravaged by time and the Tower, nearly unrecognizable.

Oh no, oh no... he can't bear this. He can't bear it, having someone finally touch him after so long keeping himself sequestered within the tower. Not so gentle, not so caring, and certainly not Felih after all he's done to hurt him. He is trembling, and reaches up to press his hands against Felih's shoulders as if to push him away, yet he cannot muster up either the strength or the will to do so.

"How could I show you what's become of your friend...?" he murmurs, but only because he is unable to speak any louder for the moment. Then, a shuddering gasp, and he finally musters the strength to push Felih back and he raise his voice in urgency. "What of Lyna?"

"It would have been easier if you'd just told me from the start," Felih hiccups, trembling as he clings tighter, terrified to let go lest he somehow lose the man all over again. But the Exarch grips his shoulder and suddenly pushes him back, startling him- until he blinks in confusion.

"Lyna...?" Why Lyna? Then again, she was the captain of the guard, and such a crucial figure would be difficult to replace... "She was injured, but alive. I tended her wounds, and told her to rest, but she's stubborn and angry and refused," he replies, ears low.

Easier? Would it? The Exarch simply cannot believe that. It might make it easier to gain Felih's trust, but a great deal harder to not leave him heartbroken and betrayed... not to mention for him to do what he must to achieve his goals. Such thoughts are secondary to Felih's answer, however, and the moment he hears Lyna yet lives some of the tension drops from his shoulders and he can't help his sigh of relief.

"...good. I..." He struggles for words for a moment, before simply settling on, "I'm glad."

Felih can't help but be confused, tilting his head slightly at him.

"You... seem more invested in that answer than I would expect, all things considering," he murmurs. "Do you know her well? Likely not, considering you've hidden yourself away here all this time..."

"Better than she knows," the Exarch says, “please, say nothing of it. Were something to happen to her, I couldn't..."

He stops, then looks to the mirror, in part so he does not have to look at Felih’s tearful face any longer - he has no reassurances to give, no apologies strong enough, and there is nothing he can do to ease Felih’s pain and anger. Nothing he can do to stop this cold, hollow ache that spreads through him. What little humanity remains hurts.

His voice still wavers, but he tries to change the subject. Tries. "P’rihnn is not with you?”

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Felih can't help but keep steadily gazing at his beloved, ears low, trying to puzzle out what on earth the Exarch could mean by that. There's still so much the man hasn't explained, still so much hidden...

The question catches him off guard.

"Oh. No, we were wounded, so I tended to him and put him in bed and forbade he leave it. I may have had to use an enchantment to do so," he says with a small, wry smile, before he sighs and hugs the Exarch close again, still stubbornly trying to give the man some more affection.

"Darling, I want answers," he murmurs quietly. "Please. How did this happen to you?"

So he, too is fine... the Exarch finds himself glancing aside, wondering why he barely feels any sense of relief to hear it. P'rihnn is as much a hero as Felih, as committed to helping everyone as Felih is, but it's so hard now to even know what he feels.

He knows that right now, however, he cornered. The crackling of aether around him hasn't stopped building and grows stronger by the moment as he fights the urge to throw him back once more and retreat. How can he look at him and think he can still be called Raha? How can he even think to show him any manner of affection after putting him through so much.

"I'll not say," he says, voice slipping back into forced, hushed, calm. "'tis more than I can bear to say. Never you mind me - I am far beyond saving." He meets Felih's eyes again, only for a moment before the building aether bursts again, hoping it will force him back. "Please, I beg you - save them, out there. They need you far more than I!"

Felih is enduring, even despite the aether. The tower can do all it pleases to try and electrocute him, but stubborn as he is, he refuses to let go, refuses to stop cuddling and soaking up every touch and breath and hint of a familiar scent now buried under crystal and inhuman aether. He purrs, still blinking tears back as he holds tight.

"Raha. Please," he murmurs, his heart breaking even further to hear that he is beyond saving. "W-What's that supposed to mean? This- what's happened to you... is it irreversible?"

"I have tended so many wounded, my darling," he whispers. "I have done as much as I was allowed to do. I just wish to stay here and get answers."

"There is nothing you can do for me," the Exarch insists, and as Felih insists upon such painful closeness he tries to push him back, hands on shoulders. "Why do you suppose I hid myself? Better you think me dead - 'tis barely even a lie."

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