"…I'm glad to see you're handling it quite well."
"…I wouldn't say sweating while talking to you is considered handling it quite well, but sure."
Whoosh!
Hearing a cacophony of voices constantly whisper demise and despair at the recesses of his mind, Ataraxia tried his best to endure the unnerving sensation, feeling a hint of remorse at having accepted the man's offer.
"To be honest, a great number of people I've come across with a similar level of mental fortitude as you have shown similar expressions the first time they've accepted the crystal," said Aeramis, his expression a mix of calm and relief.
"With time, your mind shall become resistant to it, eventually reaching a point where it wouldn't be impossible for you to have the crystal on you at all times."
