[ Matt can't tell what's running through Liem's head. But he can tell something is--a lot of somethings, most likely. He can relate. Though he hasn't spent much time questioning the Regent, per se; rather, he's been questioning himself. "Am I going to be able to do what I need to?" "What exactly is the process for starting the next world? How will I know when it's close?" And even, at the tail end of some nighttime spirals, "If we need to develop as Aions, and if the rest of the world needs to be culled in order for a new one to start, why are we only worried about rebellious locals? Why are we leaving anyone alive? Wouldn't it be kinder to let them rest?"
He watches Liem drain the flask. Watches his throat work as he swallows, unable to stop hoping that he'll see Liem's shoulders drape more gently, his posture ease.
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He watches Liem drain the flask. Watches his throat work as he swallows, unable to stop hoping that he'll see Liem's shoulders drape more gently, his posture ease.
Quietly: ] What are you doubting?