Whatever small amount of tension he had been holding in his shoulders eases when Viatorus agrees. He gives a small nod, flashing a softer, more genuine seeming smile. “You’re right. We are here to help each other.”

He goes quiet for a moment, glancing off to the side to watch some random Nexus passersby. Friends laughing, couples holding hands. So much evidence that people are meant to live happy lives. Or so it seems, at least.

“What do you think happiness is?” His eyes flick back to Viatorus, always interested in hearing his thoughts.