Phillip's eyes narrow slightly at the title, the way the man moves, but-- no, it is still Gustavain, despite any reading to the contrary. He's not possessed, not exactly, but there has been a shift of some sort. The same soul, but being fed by something else.
He doesn't back away, stands straight and holds his ground as the figure approaches, allows his head to be tipped up and tries not to shudder with the feel of leather across his lips. "If you think that's the kind of thing that would worry me," he says, his voice as dry as ever, "then clearly you don't know me quite as well as I thought."
He has lived most of his life bathed in darkness, still does in many ways for all he's surrounded by those who champion the light. But as he well knows, no soul is made purely of light or of darkness, the aether within them all could not survive under such an imbalance, so even the bright souls have some of it in them. What does concern him is how split it seems to be in Gustavain, where one side hardly resembles the other at all.
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Date: 2021-05-25 09:58 pm (UTC)He doesn't back away, stands straight and holds his ground as the figure approaches, allows his head to be tipped up and tries not to shudder with the feel of leather across his lips. "If you think that's the kind of thing that would worry me," he says, his voice as dry as ever, "then clearly you don't know me quite as well as I thought."
He has lived most of his life bathed in darkness, still does in many ways for all he's surrounded by those who champion the light. But as he well knows, no soul is made purely of light or of darkness, the aether within them all could not survive under such an imbalance, so even the bright souls have some of it in them. What does concern him is how split it seems to be in Gustavain, where one side hardly resembles the other at all.