Nothing slipped through the iron of his mental walls, but behind the grim eyes that stared at the floor just shy of Sabev's feet, a great mass of conflict and alarm tore through him.
Had it been his fault? Had it been his dream or hers? She described exactly what he'd dreamed. Had he infected her with a desire at once too lofty and too broken to abide? Words clogged and failed in his human throat. His thoughts fragmented under longing as deep as pain, under duty as strong as diamond.
We are the only two.
But that didn't make it right. He raked a hand through his hair and tugged hard. She'd called it wonderful. He would have called it desperate. His eyes burned, and he grit his teeth together. He should leave. He should leave now. Now, before he did anything... anything foolish. Where was his control now? How had it broken so completely?
When he turned toward her door again, blindly grabbing for the handle, he found his traitorous human form was trembling. He'd stood before an army of humans, before dark and murderous intent, before the VERY breaking of a world, and before the glass structure entombing the remainder of his son's life, and he'd never in his recollection ever been so shaken. His fingers had gone numb. He tried again at the handle.