[A long, long time ago, a boy was picked to be that Divine King, a boy who loved games and hid from before-dawn lessons in vases and fell asleep on his throne. He was supposed to be a figurehead, a child-king on the throne of the Great House, while the priests arranged things as they saw fit behind him, priests whose hands were already stained in blood, priests who told him he was a god on earth, and it was his very important solo job to preserve the magical order of the universe, so the world didn't fall into chaos.
And he swallowed so much of that kool-aid that when it came time to magically protect the universe, he didn't hesitate to rend his own soul, because it's up to him to have the solution, it's up to him to protect and preserve, against dark gods of destruction.
And to protect and preserve hearts. The people. The friends who matter. The people he thinks have been wronged.
He might not remember why he thinks this way, but these habits of thought are still in place, just colored by the magic he's been fused with. He's the only one who has to have the solution, it is his job to do this, to get it right. He's got to look out for Normal People, because that's what a friend does.
And, in the face of all of that, he answers the question.]
Ryou does.
[...and, his forehead drops onto the harpy's chest, resting heavily against a collarbone.]
I do.
[...it might be a little bit muffled by feathers.]
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And he swallowed so much of that kool-aid that when it came time to magically protect the universe, he didn't hesitate to rend his own soul, because it's up to him to have the solution, it's up to him to protect and preserve, against dark gods of destruction.
And to protect and preserve hearts. The people. The friends who matter. The people he thinks have been wronged.
He might not remember why he thinks this way, but these habits of thought are still in place, just colored by the magic he's been fused with. He's the only one who has to have the solution, it is his job to do this, to get it right. He's got to look out for Normal People, because that's what a friend does.
And, in the face of all of that, he answers the question.]
Ryou does.
[...and, his forehead drops onto the harpy's chest, resting heavily against a collarbone.]
I do.
[...it might be a little bit muffled by feathers.]