He sat with that for a moment.
The honest truth was that Nerith's response at Drevash had resonated differently than he had anticipated, reflecting a depth of understanding that surpassed his own self-awareness and ventured into territory he struggled to comprehend fully. He found this genuinely intriguing, even if it wasn't entirely strategic.
'Something to think about later,' he thought. 'But... not now.'
He thought about Mireya, asleep now beside him, who had spent weeks carrying every objection she had to him as a moral position and had arrived, in a quiet guest room while Apollo slept through their afternoon, at the end of those objections.
'She's going to wake up and the arguments are going to come back,' he thought. 'A different version of them, probably...'
'Mireya doesn't abandon positions entirely... I can see that she's going to revise them.' He looked at her sleeping profile. 'Well, fuck it... that's fine for me.'
