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He was reminded of his recent efforts to speak with Rasalased, of the "emotional command" that it had required. Maybe this was similar.

He'd been thinking that the issue was his emotional control, that was difficult for him manipulate his own feelings in such a way. But he'd begun to think that perhaps that wasn't it--or at least not entirely.

Perhaps it was "command" part that he'd actually been underestimating. It had seemed simple enough to just think about what he wanted, to concentrate on trying to reach Rasalased--or in this case, the Forge--but what there was more to it than that?

Thinking about what he wanted wasn't quite the same thing as actually issuing a command, after all. It was the difference between hoping for someone to do something and ordering them to do it.

That was a difference that a proper lord should be thoroughly aware of.

Probably.

It seemed pretty fucking weird that he would need to give an order to the Shard or the Forge to do something like that, but then again, nothing about them was normal. This was the territory of souls and ardor and... aura? Or will, maybe?

Or some combination thereof, perhaps.

Willpower. Hmm. When it came to issuing commands, the concept of willpower felt like the more relevant thing. And he hadn't forgotten what Malast had said about him having "the Supreme Will."

Hector had been trying to connect that particular dot with a whole bunch of others for a while now, but it was a stubborn puzzle, to be sure. And frankly, Hector found it hard to believe that he, of all people, could possess something that sounded so... well, supreme.

Honestly, half the time, he felt like he had one of the weakest wills imaginable, like he preferred to just be a total doormat and let everyone else have their way. He'd been trying to work on that, but it was still a constant struggle.

As for the other half of the time, though...

Uh.

Well.

Hmm.