Phillip is quiet for a long moment, though it's clearly not a refusal, hands still tracing over his skin. It might be read as contemplative, or there's a possibility that he's simply trying to gear himself up to do it. He understands, of course, why Gustavain would ask, why his choices and status don't make any sense to him. He is not terribly inclined to explain himself, in large part because he simply doesn't know how. It is not as though self-reflection has been a major part of either culture he has lived in.
He could refuse the request, could flee Ishgard immediately and return to being relatively unknown, unseen for what he is. That would be far more comfortable than the tension in this moment. But, that is a part of mortality, isn't it? Being known?
Sighing, he tips his head against the other's. "Alright," he agrees, the discomfort in him obvious but he pushes through all the same. The mortal frame he has taken doesn't move, still pressed up against Gustavain's body, but the aether behind him ripples to life with a form much like those the Warrior of Light has seen before.
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Date: 2021-04-12 04:14 pm (UTC)He could refuse the request, could flee Ishgard immediately and return to being relatively unknown, unseen for what he is. That would be far more comfortable than the tension in this moment. But, that is a part of mortality, isn't it? Being known?
Sighing, he tips his head against the other's. "Alright," he agrees, the discomfort in him obvious but he pushes through all the same. The mortal frame he has taken doesn't move, still pressed up against Gustavain's body, but the aether behind him ripples to life with a form much like those the Warrior of Light has seen before.