It was enough to make Chris stop in his tracks. That feeling of abandonment and failure, the sound of his summon taking the rejection at full force, there was nothing else Chris could do but stop. He turned, ready to go back as quickly as he could, but Leo took his arm and started to pull him away. It was a blind reaction, but Chris began to send as much reassurance and pain at the parting as he could to Cole through the link. This wasn't the end, he wouldn't let it be the end.
Still, the paladins wouldn't let him return to Cole. Chris quickly realized they had no intention of letting them reunite no matter how hard he fought for the right every other summoner was granted without question. Soon after he came to that conclusion, he retreated and focused on nothing else aside from prodding at the link to try and console his forlorn summon, and to figuring out a way to be with him.
Chance seemed to favor him for once in his life. In the dead of night, the paladins lost some of their edge. They had plans to return Chris home and then continue on to the capital to figure out where they would go from there with the unusually upsetting circumstances, but they wouldn't move until the next day. With Chris having been so otherwise shellshocked to their eyes and difficult to break out of his focus, they left him with only a single pair of eyes outside of his room at the local inn. Breaking out was pathetically easy and Chris ran the entire way back to the estate as soon as he was in the clear.
Once he got there, he hesitated at the doorstep. It was only a momentary, brief pause but enough to revel in his own pain and the understanding that he probably wasn't worthy of the summon he was about to confront. Chris had left him and was about to crawl his way back, and he truly didn't deserve the chance to even face Cole again. Yet the pull was too strong and he was banging on the door soon enough. "Cole! Lord Turner, please," he said, powerful but unable to hide his misgivings in his voice. "It's me. It's Chris. Let me in."
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Still, the paladins wouldn't let him return to Cole. Chris quickly realized they had no intention of letting them reunite no matter how hard he fought for the right every other summoner was granted without question. Soon after he came to that conclusion, he retreated and focused on nothing else aside from prodding at the link to try and console his forlorn summon, and to figuring out a way to be with him.
Chance seemed to favor him for once in his life. In the dead of night, the paladins lost some of their edge. They had plans to return Chris home and then continue on to the capital to figure out where they would go from there with the unusually upsetting circumstances, but they wouldn't move until the next day. With Chris having been so otherwise shellshocked to their eyes and difficult to break out of his focus, they left him with only a single pair of eyes outside of his room at the local inn. Breaking out was pathetically easy and Chris ran the entire way back to the estate as soon as he was in the clear.
Once he got there, he hesitated at the doorstep. It was only a momentary, brief pause but enough to revel in his own pain and the understanding that he probably wasn't worthy of the summon he was about to confront. Chris had left him and was about to crawl his way back, and he truly didn't deserve the chance to even face Cole again. Yet the pull was too strong and he was banging on the door soon enough. "Cole! Lord Turner, please," he said, powerful but unable to hide his misgivings in his voice. "It's me. It's Chris. Let me in."