▬▬ the sound of life. ;
It feels a little underwhelming to call this an unusual situation: he comes from a world stained with war, sure, but the drastic measures taken to prevent it still cause him confusion. Not to mention, according to the information received, just like his country -- every single other one (just like all worlds, universes and timelines) also fell into despair, something he can't help feeling guilty about (it's not his fault, he knows -- but still.)
Despite the shock and initial negativity, as a soldier, he had learned to accept odd orders and all sorts of circumstances: whatever needs to be done in order to restore the peace will be carried out accordingly, no matter what. That's coincidentally also why he's here, in a small coffee shop located somewhere in the very center of Iunctum, extending his hand towards a boy who's supposed to be his new fiance (and, shit, he really needs to get used to the sound of that.)
"Hey, uh -- this is a super awkward way to meet, I know, but -- the name's Eight, and since we're stuck together, I promise to carry out all of the marriage duties accordingly. You can count on me," he nods in an attempt to reassure, lips curved in a small, (hopefully) friendly smile.