[Except it absolutely is, and the nervous twist in his brow says so. His eyes avert themselves, landing on the remains of Ol' Shittybones, his throat tightening. He couldn't fully control his aural influence before, and he seems to have an even worse handle on it now, his abilities reaching into both the living and the dead. Qubit has been patient with him, and Carlisle knows good and well he can't deal with this on his own.
He'd sequester himself away as he did years ago, hoping to spare those around him from tragedy, but where is there to go in Anchor? Where can he hide that his compulsion cannot reach? It reached so many in Bear Den, after all, well into the hills and the valley below. He cannot let it happen again, no matter how much he does not want to talk about what he is -- what he's done. Maybe Qubit could help, but only if he knows what it is he's dealing with.
Carlisle always told those who came to his confessional for help that they need only ask for it. They weren't Longinmouths though, people with a bloodline to live up to... but frankly, even he's hardly a Longinmouth at this point.]
Well, it- it is something. [He's back to wringing his hands together, his fingers grasping at themselves as though it'd help him think.] The manipulation of that energy in such a way that it- that it animates the undead, I... I shouldn't be capable of it. It is unusual. Largely unheard of.
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[Except it absolutely is, and the nervous twist in his brow says so. His eyes avert themselves, landing on the remains of Ol' Shittybones, his throat tightening. He couldn't fully control his aural influence before, and he seems to have an even worse handle on it now, his abilities reaching into both the living and the dead. Qubit has been patient with him, and Carlisle knows good and well he can't deal with this on his own.
He'd sequester himself away as he did years ago, hoping to spare those around him from tragedy, but where is there to go in Anchor? Where can he hide that his compulsion cannot reach? It reached so many in Bear Den, after all, well into the hills and the valley below. He cannot let it happen again, no matter how much he does not want to talk about what he is -- what he's done. Maybe Qubit could help, but only if he knows what it is he's dealing with.
Carlisle always told those who came to his confessional for help that they need only ask for it. They weren't Longinmouths though, people with a bloodline to live up to... but frankly, even he's hardly a Longinmouth at this point.]
Well, it- it is something. [He's back to wringing his hands together, his fingers grasping at themselves as though it'd help him think.] The manipulation of that energy in such a way that it- that it animates the undead, I... I shouldn't be capable of it. It is unusual. Largely unheard of.