He looks to her, his indecision writ in his expression. It's hard to separate his feelings about the creature or who it might have been from the fear and hatred of what it's done to him. Something so powerful being opposed to the Regent should be a source of hope, but in reality...
"...Dextera told me of his concern that the Pleroma would corrupt us surely as the Kenoma would. Seeing this result... I'd be more inclined to see his point. If it was once an Aion, what has become of it now? Is this what lies ahead for those of us that survive long enough to see it?"
Or possibly even faster in his case, if he ends up being used like a puppet.
"I told Dextera I was willing to pay the cost, if it meant victory. Yet... I find myself faltering..."
Ah...it's a reasonable fear. And she hates that. They have no reason to believe otherwise considering the strange form that it took, the almost childlike incessance to what it saw as a preservation of life and peace. It actually makes too much sense.
Himeka shakes her head, placing her hand on Estinien's shoulder.
"It's not your burden alone to bear," she says as a gentle reminder. "I believe we have some time before we reach that end."
Estinien rests his own hand on her knee, squeezing slightly. She's said as much before, and he knows it's true. Yet, if they do still have time, it seems they have another situation that demands their attention. After lingering in silence, he turns his attention to what can be done in the moment.
"We will rise to the Regent's challenge, will we not?" he says. "The only question lies in how we make out approach. From what was said, both Godsblood and Venera shall be under threat. Our forces must needs be divided."
Where should they in particular go, is the unspoken question.
Sometimes it's easier to just work on the problems they can--inevitably they may find some answers along the way, won't they? Himeka nods in agreement, knowing that it will be easier for Estinien to focus on something he can have a concrete influence on as well.
"We always do," she says easily. And don't they? Each challenge that's presented to them they will face as they must.
As for how to confront that challenge...
"Yes...though how we should--" A pause as she brings her free hand to her chin. "We won't really know how to handle it until we see how they play their hand. But..."
Himeka pauses again as she worries her bottom lip.
"There have been more Kenoma recently in Godsblood. I'd had a bad feeling about it once I heard. Nothing out of sorts happened when I last visited, but..."
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"...Dextera told me of his concern that the Pleroma would corrupt us surely as the Kenoma would. Seeing this result... I'd be more inclined to see his point. If it was once an Aion, what has become of it now? Is this what lies ahead for those of us that survive long enough to see it?"
Or possibly even faster in his case, if he ends up being used like a puppet.
"I told Dextera I was willing to pay the cost, if it meant victory. Yet... I find myself faltering..."
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Himeka shakes her head, placing her hand on Estinien's shoulder.
"It's not your burden alone to bear," she says as a gentle reminder. "I believe we have some time before we reach that end."
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"We will rise to the Regent's challenge, will we not?" he says. "The only question lies in how we make out approach. From what was said, both Godsblood and Venera shall be under threat. Our forces must needs be divided."
Where should they in particular go, is the unspoken question.
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"We always do," she says easily. And don't they? Each challenge that's presented to them they will face as they must.
As for how to confront that challenge...
"Yes...though how we should--" A pause as she brings her free hand to her chin. "We won't really know how to handle it until we see how they play their hand. But..."
Himeka pauses again as she worries her bottom lip.
"There have been more Kenoma recently in Godsblood. I'd had a bad feeling about it once I heard. Nothing out of sorts happened when I last visited, but..."