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Sermung fell quiet at that.

Hector wanted to say more, but somehow, he doubted that there was much he could tell the oldest servant in the world that the guy hadn't already heard countless times before. Presuming overmuch also seemed like it would be quite the conversation killer here, too. Even with the benefit of his aura reading, he shouldn't act like he knew everything or had all the answers.

Because he certainly did not. That was another thing he knew only too well by now.

Garovel's private words arrived in Hector's mind. 'Ask him about the Yigorosks when you get a chance.'

Why the reaper wasn't simply asking the man himself, Hector did not know, especially considering how keen Garovel had seemed to meet him a moment ago.

Hector took his time, though. There was something in the man's aura again. Something new. Something bubbling up. A question wanting to be asked? Hector welcomed it and just waited, listening attentively.

"...Do you believe in destiny?" said Sermung.

"Not even a little bit," said Hector without hesitation.

Sermung chortled. "So certain. Might I ask why not?"

"Because the world is full of too much nonsense."

"An interesting answer. Too much nonsense, you say? So in your mind, an unfunny joke that makes no sense... is actually evidence of free will?"

Hector bobbed his head a little. "Technically, yeah, I guess so. But really, if free will doesn't exist, then... wouldn't that also mean that... there's basically no such thing as right and wrong? Because we'd all just be doing whatever we're destined to do?"

"...Indeed."

Hector reared back a little at that response.

That was one of the very last things he would've ever wanted to hear from the emperor of the Vanguard. He couldn't help prying into the man's aura again, despite Sermung's earlier protestation.

This suddenly felt far too important to ignore.

"You have a youthful fire in you," said Sermung. "Hold on to that for as long as you are able."

Hector was only partially listening, because the aura was saying so much more now. A sense of resignment. A loss of purpose. Aimless. Hopeless. Boredom. Misery. Countless wounds that had never healed.

And so overwhelming. That was the worst part. As Hector pressed into it, it didn't even resist. If anything, it welcomed him in like a sinking mire, ready to swallow him whole. Drag him down with it. Bring him around to its way of thinking.

But Hector did not budge.