[private] when I'm losing my control, the city spins around

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you There is an unfamiliar pressure within Gale’s chest. It has grown as he watches the boy, sees the way his tawny shape ripples and grows. It is one of the pleasant emotions he’d taken from Mazikeen, but he’d only stolen part of it, and cannot quite feel it strongly enough to give it a proper name. It is pride, but he settles for satisfaction. “This is what they’re afraid of,” he says without words the boy who has become a monster of the depths, feeding even more magic into his nephew. The feeling of invincibility that comes with such sensations is familiar to Gale, and he wants to be sure that Bolder feels it too. “They know you are stronger, better. Superior. And it makes them afraid.” Them, Gale says. The others, those without shifting. Bolder’s parents. They are weak, and so deserving of any fate given to them, but Gale does not yet push quite so far. After all, knowing that his son willingly chose this path will make Nashua’s suffering all the sweeter. The way his brother had recoiled from the bloody image of Bolder after a hunt has made Gale determined. Bolder will see far more blood before he next meets his father.

@bolder