It's horribly bizarre seeing a younger copy of himself standing there, knowing what's about to happen back then. They're about to be thrown in, and then they meet Justice. It's just an echo. There's no changing it. That doesn't stop him from wishing he could do something until there are suddenly demons dropping in and he has far more pressing concerns.
He's about to try to quip, ask something about why pride demons are the largest, say something about egos tromping around, and then he catches Melys' look and the lack of her holding up her hand. She might not have done this before, there's a chance no one's explained it.
There's also a chance they have and if he says something she'll call him an ass, but really, he can't get lower in her opinion. He might as well try.
"Hand, or wherever the shard is, like this toward the center of the rift," he says, holding his hand up and pointing it palm-first at the rift. "It'll react." Then he's turning and casting arcane prison on the other pride demon, hoping to slow it in its tracks. Two at once is a lot for any party to take on.
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He's about to try to quip, ask something about why pride demons are the largest, say something about egos tromping around, and then he catches Melys' look and the lack of her holding up her hand. She might not have done this before, there's a chance no one's explained it.
There's also a chance they have and if he says something she'll call him an ass, but really, he can't get lower in her opinion. He might as well try.
"Hand, or wherever the shard is, like this toward the center of the rift," he says, holding his hand up and pointing it palm-first at the rift. "It'll react." Then he's turning and casting arcane prison on the other pride demon, hoping to slow it in its tracks. Two at once is a lot for any party to take on.