He almost considers spitting in her face when she leans down to kiss him, but doing so would just be an empty sign at this point. Most scorn he'd held towards the Empress vanished when he realized how right she was. He still hated her for hurting Feferi, for using him to hurt Feferi, but he was just as much to blame for that really. For letting himself get caught.
The sensation of being moved against your own will was never pleasant. No one could enjoy being tossed around like a rag doll, but the feeling was somehow magnified when you couldn't see where you were being thrown or even how high off the ground you were. His body was tense, and when he gets tossed, he can't even catch himself. How could he when he has no sense of where the floor is or of how far he is from a wall. The experience of being thrown into what may as well have been a dark abyss is actually frightening in a way. His head hits the wall rather hard and he knows any bruises that were forning there had just been made worse.
He reaches for Feferi, reaching towards the sounds of her crying, but shirks back when her twin says she won't even look at him. That was it wasn't it, she was ashamed of him, disgusted with him. When she grabs his shirt, he stiffens for a moment. He doesn't know if he is going to get tossed again or which Feferi is grabbing him, but when he hears he voice he relaxes. He doesn't know why she is apologizing, and he doesn't know what to say to calm her down again. His eyes hurt and he feels tired. He's lost all energy and he isn't sure if he can do anything other than sit there. He reaches for Feferi's hands, in some attempt to comfort her, but then he thinks she's probably too disgusted with him and puts his hands back by his side again, muttering a soft "S-sorry." to her in the process.
"Please.. let her go." he says, facing the direction he heard the other Feferi's voice from last. Maybe this was enough for FF to go through. She didn't deserve this, getting hurt like this, she was too good for that. "Please." he reiterates, he sounds desperate and pleading. "I'll do anything. I know I deserve it, but..."
He thinks of bowing to her again, and cringes. He isn't sure why the thought is so innately repulsive to him, he doesn't have any dignity left to loose afterall, and maybe if she let Feferi go. If she just let Feferi go maybe he could have done this one last useful thing, to help her, even if ultimately he failed. He reaches out with his hand, and slowly gets on his knees and bows to her. Or at least he really hopes he's bowing to her.
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The sensation of being moved against your own will was never pleasant. No one could enjoy being tossed around like a rag doll, but the feeling was somehow magnified when you couldn't see where you were being thrown or even how high off the ground you were. His body was tense, and when he gets tossed, he can't even catch himself. How could he when he has no sense of where the floor is or of how far he is from a wall. The experience of being thrown into what may as well have been a dark abyss is actually frightening in a way. His head hits the wall rather hard and he knows any bruises that were forning there had just been made worse.
He reaches for Feferi, reaching towards the sounds of her crying, but shirks back when her twin says she won't even look at him. That was it wasn't it, she was ashamed of him, disgusted with him. When she grabs his shirt, he stiffens for a moment. He doesn't know if he is going to get tossed again or which Feferi is grabbing him, but when he hears he voice he relaxes. He doesn't know why she is apologizing, and he doesn't know what to say to calm her down again. His eyes hurt and he feels tired. He's lost all energy and he isn't sure if he can do anything other than sit there. He reaches for Feferi's hands, in some attempt to comfort her, but then he thinks she's probably too disgusted with him and puts his hands back by his side again, muttering a soft "S-sorry." to her in the process.
"Please.. let her go." he says, facing the direction he heard the other Feferi's voice from last. Maybe this was enough for FF to go through. She didn't deserve this, getting hurt like this, she was too good for that. "Please." he reiterates, he sounds desperate and pleading. "I'll do anything. I know I deserve it, but..."
He thinks of bowing to her again, and cringes. He isn't sure why the thought is so innately repulsive to him, he doesn't have any dignity left to loose afterall, and maybe if she let Feferi go. If she just let Feferi go maybe he could have done this one last useful thing, to help her, even if ultimately he failed. He reaches out with his hand, and slowly gets on his knees and bows to her. Or at least he really hopes he's bowing to her.
"Please, Empress."