Mikka's gaze lowered, fingers curling around the hand that caught his, a second hand moving to curl over top in kind. He still was unsure how to manage the extra limbs, but focusing on one or two at a time... it was almost familiar enough to manage.
The state of things was miserable to be sure. That his friends had safely been sent home was a relief, but the despair of those who remained... that it was because of him? That hurt. Especially for why for all he couldn't bear overmuch to think on those jumbled memories.
"What if... we could free you? As you freed me?" Mikka spoke up softly, thoughtfully. "I don't expect that to change your goals, insofar as you wish to rejoin everyone, but Zodiark... I can't help but think his influence might... keep you from seeing other, better options, tempered as you've admitted to being."
He was torn, both as Mikka, and as Persephone. He didn't want to leave Emet. Abandon him to this, forsake him... but at the same time the people of the Source and it's shards... he didn't want harm to come to them either.
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The state of things was miserable to be sure. That his friends had safely been sent home was a relief, but the despair of those who remained... that it was because of him? That hurt. Especially for why for all he couldn't bear overmuch to think on those jumbled memories.
"What if... we could free you? As you freed me?" Mikka spoke up softly, thoughtfully. "I don't expect that to change your goals, insofar as you wish to rejoin everyone, but Zodiark... I can't help but think his influence might... keep you from seeing other, better options, tempered as you've admitted to being."
He was torn, both as Mikka, and as Persephone. He didn't want to leave Emet. Abandon him to this, forsake him... but at the same time the people of the Source and it's shards... he didn't want harm to come to them either.