[The scowl that's on Solus' face...softens, slightly, though he seems keen to keep some frustrated edge to it. Perhaps as a guard, perhaps because he's really that frustrated. It's hard to tell, but as Tyler signs to him, explaining and even apologizing, there's a notable shift in the harshness of his gaze.
At being given the floor, Solus hesitates a moment. Something contemplative crossing his features for a moment as he carefully considers how to proceed. With everything happening so quickly, with his obvious disconnect from Zodiark that he can't seem to ignore anymore, with his growing helplessness of being robbed of everything that kept him connected to his people, with Hythlodaeus showing up well before he deserves him...
Well, he's a bit of a mess. More than normal, and maybe in a sense, he's floundering when he's never truly done that before. And it's getting to him. Maybe, just maybe he sees something familiar, relatable, and pitiable in Tyler and that's why he tends to come back. It's not quite that he's trying to mess with him outright, it's more...
Breathing out a slow breath, he closes his eyes, re-centeres himself, then opens them once more. His expression more morose than angry now. The movements of his hands, while elegant and flamboyant, there's something slower to the movements, something somber.]
You are not wrong in that I withheld information about myself, merely wrong about the motive behind it. Well am I a proud sort, a man who loves his heritage, his people, his world...I would pay any price for them, and have done so for eons. The information I hold, the knowledge I purportedly lord over others is but their legacy and I am its keeper.
It is naught I can share too easily, nor that I would throw around like cheap gossip. Well have I over the ages had to keep much and more in secret. To ensure survival, to preserve myself and my own, but to likewise serve Him. I admit, that upon arriving here, I had acted much too rash, far too...foolish.
But, pray understand, for the first time in veritable millennia—I cannot hear Him. I cannot feel Him, and never have I been without my power. I knew not what to make of it, perhaps I still do not. I suppose I had acted in such a way to protect myself, at the time it felt prudent. After all, I had felt so...helpless. Relying on the only means I had at my disposal, but it was a fool's endeavor, I more than realize. Bad habits born of such servitude, of such necessity...
Truly regrettable. But if you genuinely are willing to listen—to understand—then I will impart to you such knowledge so that we might yet lay this needless animosity to rest.
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At being given the floor, Solus hesitates a moment. Something contemplative crossing his features for a moment as he carefully considers how to proceed. With everything happening so quickly, with his obvious disconnect from Zodiark that he can't seem to ignore anymore, with his growing helplessness of being robbed of everything that kept him connected to his people, with Hythlodaeus showing up well before he deserves him...
Well, he's a bit of a mess. More than normal, and maybe in a sense, he's floundering when he's never truly done that before. And it's getting to him. Maybe, just maybe he sees something familiar, relatable, and pitiable in Tyler and that's why he tends to come back. It's not quite that he's trying to mess with him outright, it's more...
Breathing out a slow breath, he closes his eyes, re-centeres himself, then opens them once more. His expression more morose than angry now. The movements of his hands, while elegant and flamboyant, there's something slower to the movements, something somber.]
You are not wrong in that I withheld information about myself, merely wrong about the motive behind it. Well am I a proud sort, a man who loves his heritage, his people, his world...I would pay any price for them, and have done so for eons. The information I hold, the knowledge I purportedly lord over others is but their legacy and I am its keeper.
It is naught I can share too easily, nor that I would throw around like cheap gossip. Well have I over the ages had to keep much and more in secret. To ensure survival, to preserve myself and my own, but to likewise serve Him. I admit, that upon arriving here, I had acted much too rash, far too...foolish.
But, pray understand, for the first time in veritable millennia—I cannot hear Him. I cannot feel Him, and never have I been without my power. I knew not what to make of it, perhaps I still do not. I suppose I had acted in such a way to protect myself, at the time it felt prudent. After all, I had felt so...helpless. Relying on the only means I had at my disposal, but it was a fool's endeavor, I more than realize. Bad habits born of such servitude, of such necessity...
Truly regrettable. But if you genuinely are willing to listen—to understand—then I will impart to you such knowledge so that we might yet lay this needless animosity to rest.