Vahvuus watches him, confused and unsure of what he'll do, and when Sorey heaves the rock at it he surges forward as if to try and stop him, but catches himself before actually reaching him. Whether they're meant to keep the mask or not, whether this will cause trouble for them or not... they're in this together, now. And now that he knows what Sorey's trying to do, he doesn't want it to stop. He wants to see it gone, ruined, destroyed forever. He wants the temptation to put it back on for safety's sake torn away from both of them, leaving no chance.

Instead he stands back, waiting until Sorey finishes, and once the deed is done he approaches, crouching down to pick up one of the pieces. It's well and truly shattered now, unlikely to ever be mended. They'd probably need a new one at the Abbey, but with all of the malakhim they have assigned to exorcists, they must have hundreds of them.

His hands tighten, the broken material creaking in his grip. The thought of... so many of them, so many other malakhim who...

He exhales a shaky breath, closing his eyes to quell his mind, because that thought is well and truly rebellious and he doesn't want that voice to come back if he pushes too hard. He doesn't want to lose this newfound freedom before he's had a chance to explore it. What he does do is discard the piece he'd lifted, ignoring it in favour of turning to Sorey. "Thank you. Not only for that, but... for teaching me how to choose."