Vahvuus lets it sit another moment or two before finally relenting, manifesting outside of Sorey's body with his back to the exorcist, instead facing the sea. His hands reach out to curl around the rail, leaning closer, his eyes roving from one thing to another: the way the waves curl over each other, the way the clouds roll gently above them, the way the light of the moon wavers elegantly across the surface of the water. He inhales the prickly ocean air, tasting salt, relishing in that dizzying feeling of his element all around him, loving it, fearing it. He's never experienced anything so wondrous and overwhelming before. Words don't describe it; there are so many things he could say.

"It is beautiful," is what he says at last, quietly. It's insufficient, but he can't bring himself to speak more.