[ It is the best course, but that does not mean Viktor particularly likes it. Solus. His own feelings aside, he cannot help but worry about the weight that form, that mindset, that role sets upon Emet-Selch's shoulders. Solus is Hades. Hades is Solus. Yet Solus is a creature forged from duty and despair, a vessel of violence, and Hades, this Hades is still only just discovering himself. The last thing any of them need, reborn souls or Hades, himself, is too much of Zodiark's blood-drenched burden. ]
Aye, 'tis the right start.
[ Viktor's gaze falls to their breakfast, then flicks back up to settle on Emet-Selch. He will not let him slip back into old habits. He will not lose him to the millennia of cruel instinct only just conquered. He will not allow the chance to try saving newborn souls slip by.
He reaches across the table, bypassing food to rest his hand over Emet-Selch's, fingertips tracing the lines of knuckles. ]
They will, I i-m-magine, respond best to what is already expected. A new plan to address the demise of Zodiark - which I assume they can all f-feel, whether they know what it is or not. The closer to business-as-usual, the better, aye. But. [ A breath. ] To make change, real change, there must be kindness, too. Hope. For all of you.
[ Another test of magic, another familiar thread, grasped, pulled from much, much farther away away this time. But it responds. Of course, it does, and right away. It is a fragment of his own soul, after all, that solidifies between his fingers. ]
Mayhap, once you have better assessed, once you have established yourself, a sh-shepherd could help turn them into a flock. [ Viktor sets the glossy oil slick mask of Azem down on the table between them. ] Consider it. I will fill the role, sh-should you need.
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Aye, 'tis the right start.
[ Viktor's gaze falls to their breakfast, then flicks back up to settle on Emet-Selch. He will not let him slip back into old habits. He will not lose him to the millennia of cruel instinct only just conquered. He will not allow the chance to try saving newborn souls slip by.
He reaches across the table, bypassing food to rest his hand over Emet-Selch's, fingertips tracing the lines of knuckles. ]
They will, I i-m-magine, respond best to what is already expected. A new plan to address the demise of Zodiark - which I assume they can all f-feel, whether they know what it is or not. The closer to business-as-usual, the better, aye. But. [ A breath. ] To make change, real change, there must be kindness, too. Hope. For all of you.
[ Another test of magic, another familiar thread, grasped, pulled from much, much farther away away this time. But it responds. Of course, it does, and right away. It is a fragment of his own soul, after all, that solidifies between his fingers. ]
Mayhap, once you have better assessed, once you have established yourself, a sh-shepherd could help turn them into a flock. [ Viktor sets the glossy oil slick mask of Azem down on the table between them. ] Consider it. I will fill the role, sh-should you need.