[ For the intensity of the Dog that lives in Giovanni's Spine, it's not as hard to get it leashed as it would have been for someone else. Julius himself battles a similar impulse - while not as bright nor violent, the insistence of it was stronger, a chorus of voices chanting the same impulse and commandment: ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇ, ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ, ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ. As the s̳̙ɪ̺̭͈̪̟̰ɴ̬͔̰̖ɢ̛ᴜ̠̮̝͔͈͎ͅʟ̝̜̦̲͔ᴀ͙͈͇ʀ̙̜̦͉̗͢ɪ̥̫͚̞͇͢ᴛ͚ʏ̟, it would only stand to reason that he would be the only one able to control them.
And soon it is over. The dog caged once more, still defiant but also obedient, by a will that belonged to a soul of trees.
Julius lets his awareness retreat, just fast enough for him to be sure that the calmness would stay that way; for he had no desire to invade another's will nor mental space unless absolutely necessary. He still keeps a watch on the other as his wounds heal just in case. ]
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And soon it is over. The dog caged once more, still defiant but also obedient, by a will that belonged to a soul of trees.
Julius lets his awareness retreat, just fast enough for him to be sure that the calmness would stay that way; for he had no desire to invade another's will nor mental space unless absolutely necessary. He still keeps a watch on the other as his wounds heal just in case. ]