[There's something insulting to the loss, like rubbing salt in an open wound. Beel's never heard Temenos this quiet, but he can recognize that familiar pull of sorrow, of rage, that simmers ice cold rather than passionate and hot.
It all flashes in time in a moment they're together, on the way to explore the new island, and it's enough to make Beelzebub halt in his tracks with a fist pressed into his hair to try and calm himself. The wrath isn't his. The anger, the pain, it isn't his. But it's so raw, and the guilt so heavy, it's hard to not feel empathetic.]
...Temenos. [His look of distress is subtle, drawn back.] Did you see that?
Let's just say this happens Tuesday
It all flashes in time in a moment they're together, on the way to explore the new island, and it's enough to make Beelzebub halt in his tracks with a fist pressed into his hair to try and calm himself. The wrath isn't his. The anger, the pain, it isn't his. But it's so raw, and the guilt so heavy, it's hard to not feel empathetic.]
...Temenos. [His look of distress is subtle, drawn back.] Did you see that?