Vahvuus's gaze follows Sorey's hand- first as it moves towards him, then as it retreats, patting his chest. His expression doesn't change, not that Sorey would be able to tell with the mask over half of it. There is no surprise or resistance, only obedience. At Sorey's request - polite order, perhaps - he offers little more than a slight nod and vanishes inside his vessel. Back to his corner, back to his cage. As expected, it... doesn't matter what he feels.
That's a good thing, isn't it? He doesn't even know what he's feeling right now, anyway. All he knows is that he doesn't like it. The weight of that voice presses on him perpetually and while he doesn't resist it, he doesn't welcome the emptiness it brings, either.
Obey, obey. And he will, he does, but this feeling is...
He'll follow their orders, no matter what. Even if he says we're partners, he's just like--
--just like--
...did I know about this... before...?
Something about these thoughts unsettles him, so he pushes them away, waiting quietly in the core of Sorey's soul until he's summoned, attentive but confused. He doesn't know how, but he's identified it at last: this feeling is disappointment.
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That's a good thing, isn't it? He doesn't even know what he's feeling right now, anyway. All he knows is that he doesn't like it. The weight of that voice presses on him perpetually and while he doesn't resist it, he doesn't welcome the emptiness it brings, either.
Obey, obey. And he will, he does, but this feeling is...
He'll follow their orders, no matter what. Even if he says we're partners, he's just like--
--just like--
...did I know about this... before...?
Something about these thoughts unsettles him, so he pushes them away, waiting quietly in the core of Sorey's soul until he's summoned, attentive but confused. He doesn't know how, but he's identified it at last: this feeling is disappointment.