[Tartaglia isn't aware of how terribly this is affecting his mind. Usually, he doesn't let much get to him, and can pull himself together pretty well. But there's just something about this that bothers him, in a way he can't describe. And Yoimiya's description of how she felt when she was locked out of her own body doesn't make it better. He had at least a little bit of control, but she'd been practically put to sleep and disconnected from the entire thing.
It hurts to look at her, at how upset she was. He can see how watery her eyes were, and how much she was fighting to keep them under control for his sake. Childe isn't crying himself, but the gentle strokes to his face nearly make him tear up. He'd been so close to losing her, this beautiful, gentle soul that's doing her best to cheer him up. He can't let this get to him this badly. He can't, he has to be strong for her, too. He presses her hand to his cheek, taking a few deep breaths as he does his best to calm his mind, think about this and try to look at it from a less emotionally-charged angle.]
She did it to get to me. I'm the one she wants.
[Unadulterated anger laces his tone, the kind of tone he adapts when he's really pissed. Calling him Alnair, telling him to wake up, she must of did something to him to have something possess him. It's a power he hadn't even considered, but spirits in this world aren't unheard of. But why him?]
She must of completely possessed you to do that. But, with your body, I was left completely vulnerable for her to weave her magic onto me. I don't know who this Alnair person is, but I think she tried putting him inside of me...so she could take me for herself. Yoimiya, from now on, we need to always be wearing our delusions in case she tries this again. If I lose you...
[That's when a choked sob bubbles up suddenly out of him, the thought of that actually happening because of their negligence kills him inside. He can't, he can't lose her to a fiend like this. He won't.]
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It hurts to look at her, at how upset she was. He can see how watery her eyes were, and how much she was fighting to keep them under control for his sake. Childe isn't crying himself, but the gentle strokes to his face nearly make him tear up. He'd been so close to losing her, this beautiful, gentle soul that's doing her best to cheer him up. He can't let this get to him this badly. He can't, he has to be strong for her, too. He presses her hand to his cheek, taking a few deep breaths as he does his best to calm his mind, think about this and try to look at it from a less emotionally-charged angle.]
She did it to get to me. I'm the one she wants.
[Unadulterated anger laces his tone, the kind of tone he adapts when he's really pissed. Calling him Alnair, telling him to wake up, she must of did something to him to have something possess him. It's a power he hadn't even considered, but spirits in this world aren't unheard of. But why him?]
She must of completely possessed you to do that. But, with your body, I was left completely vulnerable for her to weave her magic onto me. I don't know who this Alnair person is, but I think she tried putting him inside of me...so she could take me for herself. Yoimiya, from now on, we need to always be wearing our delusions in case she tries this again. If I lose you...
[That's when a choked sob bubbles up suddenly out of him, the thought of that actually happening because of their negligence kills him inside. He can't, he can't lose her to a fiend like this. He won't.]