Perhaps

"Azy, my son," she whispered softly as her hand rubbed into his cheeks gently. "What's wrong? Why do you want to leave?"

Azy did not answer, his gaze still fixed on some unseen point in the distance. He continued struggling ferociously against Alexander and Zeres, his body writhing in their grip as he fought to break free. His struggles were very unlike what one would expect of a child at his age. They were sharp and jerky, powerful and unpredictable. Alex and Zeres had to give their utmost focus and attention on what they were doing as they would definitely lose their grip on him if they did not.

Alicia's heart sank as she watched her son struggle continuously. She knew that there was nothing she could do to stop him. His power was beyond her control, and it was obvious to her that he was determined to leave no matter what the cost.