His expression is hard to read as he pauses ever so slightly to hear what they say - though he isn't particularly willing to hesitate, either. His inner thoughts are a painful mystery as he takes the egg from Peridot and clasps it in his fist.
He doesn't need any explanation of how to access it - it just happens naturally, like something that was always intended. He closes his eyes and holds it close to his chest, the light inside the egg growing brighter and brighter until the transcends its prison, breaking through the shell and setting his body ablaze.
It's like the sight of fire having gasoline thrown on it, but anthropomorphized. His very essence brightens to a level unseen while it was absent, and it fills out a hollowness in him that is both literal and not. The vibrancy of it is honestly hard to look at, in that moment, and the only detail you can see through the roar of blames is deep red eyes casting a look over the group as his Heart rejoins with his spirit.
There is no relief in his expression - not joy, spite or sorrow. Just acknowledgment, and a certain wounded memory of vulnerability from having ever been missing this piece of himself.
He doesn't say anything. Instead, as the flames begin to die down, he regards them for a few moments more - and then leaps away in a streak of fire, abandoning the group entirely, and seemingly heading to a more central part of the temple.
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He doesn't need any explanation of how to access it - it just happens naturally, like something that was always intended. He closes his eyes and holds it close to his chest, the light inside the egg growing brighter and brighter until the transcends its prison, breaking through the shell and setting his body ablaze.
It's like the sight of fire having gasoline thrown on it, but anthropomorphized. His very essence brightens to a level unseen while it was absent, and it fills out a hollowness in him that is both literal and not. The vibrancy of it is honestly hard to look at, in that moment, and the only detail you can see through the roar of blames is deep red eyes casting a look over the group as his Heart rejoins with his spirit.
There is no relief in his expression - not joy, spite or sorrow. Just acknowledgment, and a certain wounded memory of vulnerability from having ever been missing this piece of himself.
He doesn't say anything. Instead, as the flames begin to die down, he regards them for a few moments more - and then leaps away in a streak of fire, abandoning the group entirely, and seemingly heading to a more central part of the temple.