[Dorian is not done until he is panting with the effort, until every breath offers a violence to his own lungs. Only then does he stop, with blood on the metal of his hilt, on the skin of his knuckles. Only then does he draw away and turn his back on this disgusting creature.]
Leave. Now. I'm done.
[He doesn't wait for Hyde's reply. Dorian calls for Íde, and the creature comes to him, her steps uneasy as she looks at the thing behind Dorian. But Dorian strokes her mane, reassures her. And he doesn't once look back before he flies away.]
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Leave. Now. I'm done.
[He doesn't wait for Hyde's reply. Dorian calls for Íde, and the creature comes to him, her steps uneasy as she looks at the thing behind Dorian. But Dorian strokes her mane, reassures her. And he doesn't once look back before he flies away.]