[Carlisle nods, attempting to shelve his obvious discomfort with the myriad of implications now running through his head involving the people of Bear Den, the Blight Heir, and exactly how the years he was lost as a Revenant went. He does not want to think about how he likely turned individuals he'd known his entire life on one another, how those unable to resist his influence were undoubtedly trapped—
No, not thinking about this.]
Right. We'll talk this time when we get back.
[They probably should, because as much as he doesn't want to talk about it, this isn't something he can just let go. He wasn't even trying to compel Qubit; the fact he nearly did, and so easily, is a frightening prospect. Not everyone has psionic powers or magic or whatever it is Qubit has going for him.
Carlisle settles his nerves with a breath. The undead by the truck waits there, the couple coming from the store meandering away from Qubit to join the others. He moves himself a little closer, ready to grab any that might be drawn over as the lock is cut.]
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No, not thinking about this.]
Right. We'll talk this time when we get back.
[They probably should, because as much as he doesn't want to talk about it, this isn't something he can just let go. He wasn't even trying to compel Qubit; the fact he nearly did, and so easily, is a frightening prospect. Not everyone has psionic powers or magic or whatever it is Qubit has going for him.
Carlisle settles his nerves with a breath. The undead by the truck waits there, the couple coming from the store meandering away from Qubit to join the others. He moves himself a little closer, ready to grab any that might be drawn over as the lock is cut.]