He hasn't resisted, not any of it. It's hard to resist under hypnosis, anyway-- Gabriel's expression had been calm and oddly peaceful during all of it. Accepting.
But at this, something twists in his face, and he half-raises a hand as though in instinct to shield himself, then lowers it slowly, with reluctance.
"Must I?" Half-dreaming, not awake, there's an sense of sorrow and a strange, simple dignity in the single question.
"For your friend spoke the truth, before: I had forgotten the faces of my children. And I would not do so again."
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Date: 2005-07-19 05:16 am (UTC)But at this, something twists in his face, and he half-raises a hand as though in instinct to shield himself, then lowers it slowly, with reluctance.
"Must I?" Half-dreaming, not awake, there's an sense of sorrow and a strange, simple dignity in the single question.
"For your friend spoke the truth, before: I had forgotten the faces of my children. And I would not do so again."