It's bright enough to blind but Claudius still has to stare, all the hope in his heart unfurling like a candle when it flickers to life. Casting the smallest light, next to Galahad, who blazes like a bonfire. And he knows this is what Laurel wouldn't have wanted him to see, what he feared, when he feared feeling too much and igniting. Claudius never feared it for himself, but he remembers realizing why Laurel had to keep reminding himself fire hurt. Even if Claudius never saw, he was forced to imagine it, imagine Laurel taken over by a power he didn't ask for, hurting the friend who tried to help him.
He couldn't imagine the beauty of Galahad aflame -- couldn't imagine Galahad taking that power and using it deliberate and gentle, using it to save that same friend. To save one demon from another. It can't be why God gave him his fire, but seeing it, Claudius understands why it's holy. Galahad's brilliant with his power now, and for the first time in the long time, Claudius feels something like faith. All the fear behind him, knowing Galahad's here with him and with Crowley, and that's why they'll be all right.
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Date: 2023-12-17 12:43 am (UTC)He couldn't imagine the beauty of Galahad aflame -- couldn't imagine Galahad taking that power and using it deliberate and gentle, using it to save that same friend. To save one demon from another. It can't be why God gave him his fire, but seeing it, Claudius understands why it's holy. Galahad's brilliant with his power now, and for the first time in the long time, Claudius feels something like faith. All the fear behind him, knowing Galahad's here with him and with Crowley, and that's why they'll be all right.