How I really feel?

[ Oh he did enjoy the theatre when he had been in Solus' form, but he had enjoyed all sorts of theatrics and being in vessals throughout the centuries, that hadn't changed. Being that he had to infiltrate his vessals for the long run, it was best to develop certain 'hobbies' and 'enjoyments' and those same enjoyments just happened to align with what he had enjoyed back at Amaurot. He had other loves and other talents aside from a passing interest in architecture of human civilizations.

Though that thought is caught off guard when he felt her buckle and his arms are out to press against her upper arms in order to hold her there so that she doesn't completely fall flat against the floor. Though already he was noting the fact that the light within her seemed to throb and crackle and he had not rather anticipated that she would allow him to see that vulnerability.

And yet here they were. Ah, and they said that all stories had happy endings-- he really begged to differ, for both there sakes ]

I've existed long enough to have seen countless worlds burn, drown or whatever the calamity of the moment portends, my fatalistic world view is but based in truth