Sylvite's response was both too fast and too enlightening, somehow, and something about it disturbed something in the back of Ransomite's mind. It sounded like even she was scrambling for a justification for the behaviours that unsettled him--them? The White Moon was the one threatening humanity. They had to do what they needed to stop them. Sometimes that meant they had to turn to extreme measures of turning them into apparent demons and forcing them to fight for their goals.
But what were their goals if turning humans into demons to control them was the way to fulfill them? The pieces of his life felt like they might bleed him out, leave him empty.
Her words jarred him back out of his thoughts when she admitted she didn't know, that it wasn't that big of a thing, that he didn't have to bond with a youma, bond with a demon, bond with a human soul that they had taken away from God.
"I'm glad we don't rely on those methods often. Thank you for affirming that." His voice was so much more level than he felt. It didn't help that he could see the loss of enthusiasm on Sylvite's own features.
He wondered how deep her own doubts went.
"I don't think I'm likely to ever take a youma bond. I am glad that is alright." The Negaverse bonded with demons. With a conviction that was either a reassurance for himself or for her--maybe both, "I will keep coming to these meetings. Always."
Ransomite understood the that's all as a dismissal, and he was grateful for it. It let him collect himself before his barriers cracked. He was still unsure what the consequences of that would be.
"It was good to see you, General."
He rose and moved to retreat without another word.
Our Father, who Art in Heaven...
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