Hearing those words is exactly what Vahvuus needs, whether they both knew it or not- almost immediately the stress drains from his body, a sense of calm conveyed through his body language. He hadn't known what to do or say when Sorey first replied, but the simple yet crucial distinction between suggestion and command helps him at last decide, really decide for himself.
He doesn't know what it is to be happy- doesn't know, or doesn't remember. Even he's not sure anymore. The thought of finding his own happiness without guidance is frightful, but this? This... order, that isn't an order at all? He can use that. It's justification he needs to do things of his own volition, without Sorey's request or approval.
Even if he doesn't know how to be happy, he can figure it out like this. He can do what he wants, as long as Sorey doesn't force him to stop. That weight on his heart demanding that he obey is lighter, the voice still silent. He almost feels free.
Exhaling shakily, he lifts his hands again and opens the clasps holding the mask in pace, and very carefully he pulls it away from his face. He blinks in the sudden, unfiltered light of the sun, glances around as if seeing the world for the first time. Everything looks different- brighter, more colourful, so open. Every sound is heard with greater clarity, the gush of the waterfall, the chirping birds in the trees, even the soft brush of the wind.
It's a sensory overload, at first, and he's not sure how to deal with it, but somehow it isn't frightening at all. It's... familiar, and he wears the wonder on his expression plain as day. He hadn't known the world would be this beautiful.
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He doesn't know what it is to be happy- doesn't know, or doesn't remember. Even he's not sure anymore. The thought of finding his own happiness without guidance is frightful, but this? This... order, that isn't an order at all? He can use that. It's justification he needs to do things of his own volition, without Sorey's request or approval.
Even if he doesn't know how to be happy, he can figure it out like this. He can do what he wants, as long as Sorey doesn't force him to stop. That weight on his heart demanding that he obey is lighter, the voice still silent. He almost feels free.
Exhaling shakily, he lifts his hands again and opens the clasps holding the mask in pace, and very carefully he pulls it away from his face. He blinks in the sudden, unfiltered light of the sun, glances around as if seeing the world for the first time. Everything looks different- brighter, more colourful, so open. Every sound is heard with greater clarity, the gush of the waterfall, the chirping birds in the trees, even the soft brush of the wind.
It's a sensory overload, at first, and he's not sure how to deal with it, but somehow it isn't frightening at all. It's... familiar, and he wears the wonder on his expression plain as day. He hadn't known the world would be this beautiful.