"I wish I had an answer for that," Encke admitted, glancing off into the distance but not quite looking away from them. Couldn't trust Albite, especially, not with his ready almost bragging that he would just snatch Faustite back immediately. If Faustite left and didn't want to come back, that was his right, and he would fight Albite over that. "It seems that losing some part of your memories, no matter how large or small, is a part of that process of chaos making a mark in your soul and then being taken away. It feels transactional in a way, but," he shrugged, "I will say, none of the people I've personally met who have purified have changed personality-wise all that much."
Nectaris? She was still recognizable as what he knew of Sylvite. Sedna? Oh, she was absolutely still Stillwaterite, now just with the added ability to team up with his husband to tease him.
... Himself? It got more complicated. In the aftermath, he had broken to pieces.
Would a half-youma fall somewhere into the middle, or were full youma their own special kind of transaction because so much of them had been taken that their starseed was unrecognizable to some degree? Was how he shattered a fully special circumstance because of how he had been youmaified? Was it just a sign of how all other half-youma and youma suffered?
Encke buried it down under a swallow as Albite kept talking and then spun somewhere in his chatter to come back to Encke and ask a very direct question. It was a good one--why the ******** would he want to help, of all people? He and Faustite's history was, at best, murky. Faustite nearly killed his husband. He went after Nectaris. He withdrew so many starseeds. He nearly tried to kill Encke, once, and there was a bit of him that would never forget the surge of victory he felt when Faustite had been thrown back. Considering the pile of evidence, it seemed that Encke might have been better off letting Faustite die.
How did he answer that without naming intensely personal experience as the originator?
"Because everyone deserves a chance." That sounded so overhead and missed some of the depths, but it wasn't wrong, either. Could he get more specific? "Don't really see myself as a down on my knees saviour type. But if you," he looked to Faustite directly, briefly, before looking at some point between them again, "want to be rid of chaos, you deserve a shot at getting that. Everyone does."
Encke shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"Your body swallowing you alive also isn't fair, eh? I've," was there a way he could word it, "met a couple of others that were able to leave their youma state. They often feel better for having what their bodies were before whatever caused it given back to them."
He was very careful not to imply that Faustite was broken.
If he was, it wasn't directly because of the youma.
He once tried to leave.
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