Ignacio would have said something about it while sidestepping the Albite Problem but Sadie spoke first, and his mind jumped from that topic to hers. She was right. There was something deeply wrong with almost every person that housed a youma soul, significantly more of a problem than the average agent.
He wished he could deny it. He couldn’t.
It sounded like Sadie’s approach was to convince him to let go of chaos and bring the rest of it later. Would they have the time to talk him into not immediately running back to what he knew? But then Sadie had already addressed that concept of the five minutes they’d have to get through to him–
While he pondered, it was the now humanoid Viatrix who spoke up, curls bouncing as she turned to look directly at Sadie. She bypassed the matchmaking question, that was her bonded’s problem not hers. Dating wasn’t her thing. “Do you think we can convince him to that point and still get him to stay after? Sure he’s crafty enough to stay that way, right?” She sucked in her lips for a moment. “If he really doesn’t want to leave, he might tell the Negaverse that ahead of time, right?”
Ignacio winced. “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen–”
He ran a hand through his hair, glancing in Livie’s direction afterward. “Look, in my opinion any Order boy would probably be an improvement over a chaos boy but it’s been a while since I’ve been on the market, so I’m rusty. I was last dating people before,” he cleared his throat, side-stepped what his brain quickly surfaced, and finally substituted a, “Tinder was a thing alright.”
He had also still been a teenager, so Tinder wouldn’t have been relevant anyway–
“Finding him a boy he might be interested in over here isn’t a bad idea, though.”
There were a lot of possibilities that he needed to think about. Ignacio knew this was going to be a project, and the several angles even just the four of them in this front hall were thinking of was a sign of it already. But– “The crux of the problem is definitely getting him to the point of letting go in the first place, though. Sadie’s right. It is going to take some work.”
“A lot of work,” substituted Viatrix, because of course she did, with a cupcake in her mouth. She swallowed. “But I believe in us!”
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