[ Honor, Julius says, his gaze falling downcast, to hands which the Enforcer may have deemed unfit to hold a great many things (hope and dignity, beauty and faith), but still were used to reach out to someone in need; a man like the Director, whose golden eyes have dried, even if his silvered lashes should remain damp with tears.
And so: Sion returns the favor, reaching for Julius to take his hand in a way different from before, willowed fingers lacing together with the Enforcer's own in a gesture of strength and quiet acceptance, a bone-humming surety resonant in his words when he speaks— ]
If you are not worthy, then no one is.
[ Even the Director himself, who seems to be radiant and just is--...
(A monster, but a monster by choice. Made and modified to destroy, but determined save all those he is able with the power granted to him before it consumes him whole.) ]
Everyone casts a shadow, Julius, be they Company or civilian; whether their actions are noble, or if they should simply be humbled by the illustrations of others. [ Gingerly, gently, he raises the link of their hands, for they stand on equal footing; on similar ground, and the Director will not let Julius forget it. ] And it is only in the darkest of shadows that true light is found.
If you rise and stand with me, others will have courage enough to follow. All of those who thought themselves to be beyond help, forgotten and alone, will find their own light, glimmering just as brightly.
[ For a light of hope is not just one person, it is a movement of the people. A reminder of how, even in times of great hardship and despair, it is the civilians of the Quad who possess the strongest power and the greatest faith; the ability to save one another, if only they were to stand together. ]
But... [ His fingers curl once in a parting squeeze before his hand draws away, returned to his side as he begins to walk with slow and steady steps. ] ...that path, like any other, is one you must choose for yourself.
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And so: Sion returns the favor, reaching for Julius to take his hand in a way different from before, willowed fingers lacing together with the Enforcer's own in a gesture of strength and quiet acceptance, a bone-humming surety resonant in his words when he speaks— ]
If you are not worthy, then no one is.
[ Even the Director himself, who seems to be radiant and just is--...
(A monster, but a monster by choice. Made and modified to destroy, but determined save all those he is able with the power granted to him before it consumes him whole.) ]
Everyone casts a shadow, Julius, be they Company or civilian; whether their actions are noble, or if they should simply be humbled by the illustrations of others. [ Gingerly, gently, he raises the link of their hands, for they stand on equal footing; on similar ground, and the Director will not let Julius forget it. ] And it is only in the darkest of shadows that true light is found.
If you rise and stand with me, others will have courage enough to follow. All of those who thought themselves to be beyond help, forgotten and alone, will find their own light, glimmering just as brightly.
[ For a light of hope is not just one person, it is a movement of the people. A reminder of how, even in times of great hardship and despair, it is the civilians of the Quad who possess the strongest power and the greatest faith; the ability to save one another, if only they were to stand together. ]
But... [ His fingers curl once in a parting squeeze before his hand draws away, returned to his side as he begins to walk with slow and steady steps. ] ...that path, like any other, is one you must choose for yourself.