Hadrian's smile faltered. As his vessel observed Baruch, his brows pinched harder and harder, surprised by Baruch's reaction.
Why isn't he panicking? Trying to run away or fight me? And why is he looking at me like that?
Baruch was now at the edge of the bed, the blanket completely fallen off of him, with a childlike wonder expression on his face.
I'm bound to meet all sorts of people.
Hadrian thought and willed himself through the intense rash, calling at the essence more aggressively.
When his grasp reached full control, however, Hadrian's lips parted. This wasn't like any other vessel before.
Baruch still remained in that wonder posture, not by Hadrian's control.
Hadrian could perceive the world through Baruch, but he could sense he wasn't alone in the vessel. In fact, it felt like he occupied only a small space of the consciousness.
