Instinct demanded a clean death. Simple and quick; there was little need for fallen prey to suffer further.
But instinct had served its purpose. The need to give it free rein ended as Weavebreaker's consciousness faded. The Thyrsus checks his motion, breath still coming in gasps. The sea of emotion and instinct gives way to concern as he studies the crumpled forms before him. These two had much to learn. Could he teach enough before Seers or Banishers gave them an even crueler lesson?
With a sigh, he draws down healing energies from the Wilds. There would be no lessons of any sort if they bled out on the floor.
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