"Close your eyes Julius." Aurora seemed to have, in his eyes, decided to actually guide him. It was pretty terrible guidance in his opinion, but he followed her command nonetheless. After all, what did he know?
"Forget what is going on around you. Focus on me. Focus on your heart. You must accept me. You must accept who I am, my pain, my spirit." She asked for something that seemed impossible. Julius didn't want to accept pain or the girl for that matter. He was, although he wouldn't admit it, slightly a coward. He didn't want anyone else's pain in him, but he didn't have much of a choice.
"For fu-" He was about to curse and stopped himself from doing so. He would only be wasting time. Instead, he tensed his body and really didn't do anything. People in books always ended up 'accepting' something into them, but no one ever bothered to explain what it was they did.
That's when, strangely enough, Julius began seeing. He closed his eyes tighter but found that it didn't make a difference and suddenly had his senses barraged, without his consent. He forgot about his previous fear and instead focused on the scene that was playing out in what he assumed to be his mind. Or it might have been the mind of the creature inside of him, he didn't know how the whole body-inhabitation thing worked.
The scene that played out before him seemed pitiable in his eyes. He watched with indifference as the man he assumed to be the small child's father slapped the child. He felt a pain, but it wasn't his. He assumed it was either a pain from the memory or the pain of the memories' owner.
Julius flinched when the young girl was kicked but didn't even try to help. He wasn't going to stick his head out, not for someone he didn't know. He had the urge, most likely a side effect of the experiment as he'd tell himself, to help; but fought against it. Julius assumed that he couldn't interfere with the past, even if he wanted to, which he convinced himself he didn't.
That's when he saw the child, Aurora, retaliate. It was expected. The young girl produced flames, flames made from anger. He stepped back, instinctively fearing the flames. It took him a second to steel himself and convince himself that the flames wouldn't hurt him.
"I am not weak!" The child's statement didn't resonate with Julius. It most likely however, struck the father with a fury not unlike Hades. Julius watched with a distant stare as the man burned. He was pulled out of the memory, no longer fearing the fire.
He had seen weakness. He had seen a way to manipulate and grinned devilishly. "I don't like being lied to," Julius began with an air of confidence. He had, in his opinion, won. What he had won however, seemed unclear to him. "You said you weren't weak, but look at you." Julius' voice was monotonous and cold, but that was what he intended. He needed to stop the spread of the fire he no longer feared. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that?" He may have been overstepping his boundaries, but he needed the girl to focus.
"If it'll help me survive, I accept you." Julius felt in control, as much as one who had recently been surrounded by flames could. "Please don't make me repeat myself, go ahead and do whatever you need to." Julius felt exhausted, but he didn't let it show. He felt emotions he didn't want, but didn't let them show. He felt like falling face first on the floor and letting his exhaustion disappear. This whole ordeal really was a bother. He didn't know how others managed feeling so many emotions and felt a second of pity for them.