for @ozcarpin continued from here.
He’s more than a little grateful to be recognized. To have found his way through the city of Vale and stumbled upon the familiar man. The aura unmistakable. Always a touch different, but never straying from its origin. He remembers the discussion had about what the Brothers had done. What sort of curse they roped the man into. The state of their current world. As such, he made it a point to remember Ozma’s aura.
Initially, this was done in an effort to keep an eye on the man. To never lose him among the crowds of many. To always find the man that was fated to, somehow, bring the people together. Summon the Relics. Summon the Brothers, and allow them to pass judgement. It was a cruel twist of fate, but no crueler than being left on this planet. Duty bound until having his chains broken by the man standing in front of him.
Yes, he wore a new face (and a new set of clothes, too), but he was still the same man from ages ago. A friend that Zhongli could share memories with. One that made him feel less lonely in his long life.
“You always were prepared for most things life.” With hands clasped politely behind his back, the man can’t help but smile at the other. Indulge in the new appearance. Find a sense of comfort in the eyes looking back at him; a different color this time, but unmistakable in their warmth.
“It’s good to see you again. Do you have time for a bit of convincing?”