Veyrion stepped forward, his coat still trailing stars in its folds, and folded his hands behind his back. He was calm. Too calm. Like the kind of calm that only came from someone who'd lived through too many endings.
"Now that everything is sorted," he said, voice quiet but firm, "I believe the best course of action is to return home—to the Origin Realm. There, you can begin restoring what was sealed, regain your power, and prepare to stop the Architect of Ruin. Only then can you reclaim what was always meant to be yours."
Joshua didn't answer at first.
His hands were in his pockets. His head tilted slightly to the side. His eyes were still on the floor, like he was trying to see if the cracks in the tiles could tell him what to do.
Then, finally, he exhaled. A short breath. Almost a laugh, but not quite.
"…Yeah, I don't think I'll be going back."
Silence.
