He rose his hand towards her...and a thin needle like object floated in front of his palm...it was ready to strike...and yet, it wouldn't move?...Why wasn't he killing her?...
"...Why can't...I-I just finish you off...your weak...nothing more than a Mage to do my..."
Then he realized...he had taken them to his own world, a place of torture and struggle...he must've seemed like her father...as she looked like his once alive love...and now Dead....
He was...quite confused, as you stated...he never felt this type of feeling before...and his hands could only rise slightly...before lower back, his staff pointing past her.
