[His hands are steady, but Elsword's reaction doesn't go unnoticed—one quick, tiny cut, so at least he's not left to linger on it for long. It still brings him pause, though, studying Elsword's expression from the corner of his eye.]
No. Describe it to me. [calm, focused. pain is just the body's way of communicating, so in a sense this is progress. he needs to understand what it's doing to him. he needs to understand.] What does it feel like? How painful, at what point of origin, is there any internal movement? Give me as much detail as possible.
This time, tell me the moment you feel anything. Okay?
[slowly, he brings the blade to the next flower... just close enough for the stem to feel the heat of the beam, but not enough to cut it. not yet. he'll only keep going if Elsword gives him the clear.]
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No. Describe it to me. [calm, focused. pain is just the body's way of communicating, so in a sense this is progress. he needs to understand what it's doing to him. he needs to understand.] What does it feel like? How painful, at what point of origin, is there any internal movement? Give me as much detail as possible.
This time, tell me the moment you feel anything. Okay?
[slowly, he brings the blade to the next flower... just close enough for the stem to feel the heat of the beam, but not enough to cut it. not yet. he'll only keep going if Elsword gives him the clear.]