At first, he'd imagine the fairest of nights being broken down into nothingness as Souji delivered his final verdict, speaking in the common language but still sounding so distant and foreign to him as the truth knocks him down one way or another. His words gut him out like an animal on a chain, and he'd be left to bleed all over what was left of him, with the wound only stretching and the pain reaching the bottom of his shoes.
But the conversation was less than that, in fact, it was hardly that at all. It occurred in a way that implied it was just as the same mystery to Souji as it was Terith, the only bare difference being how the spirit knew just a bit more. That didn't bother him initially, however, yet it certainly gave him an uncomfortable feeling of false safety as Souji's voice wavered slowly from corner to corner.
'You want to know many things, that I can tell.' the spirit began, shifting his eyes from the stars to the lights reflected in his vessel's eyes. 'I too, want to know many things, as my knowledge is perhaps the same level of scarcity as you deem of holding, and yet, you come to me to ask questions.' His smile is chiseled faintly into his jaw, a sign of a wondering sincerity that Terith might've missed. 'I can only deliver so much to you, for I have no means of verifying what I know, for they are not truths, they are merely beliefs, but perhaps I can consider them my truths, as you consider your beliefs as your truths as well.'
Terith said nothing in reply.
Souji chuckled at the silence, sensing a distress so deep that it could be mistaken for enthusiasm for the less than keen. He threw his vessel a fleeting glance before redirecting his stare back to the stars, finding their lights far too dim to compare to the brightness he was looking into beforehand. 'You are a vessel of power, not just mine, but for my brothers as well. Time may come and go, but your body will house us still, and we will continue to dwell until the day of your last breath, and we will be with you even beyond the void, should you choose to do so.'
The winds whistled a nightly song, ruffling the cloth of reality and dream, allowing echoes on the words that bend both mind and spirit. 'I am not alone, Terith, I know that there are other imprints who are earnestly drawn to your presence, perhaps you could consider this your charisma, yes? Though you'd probably take that with a chuckle, I suggest you shan't. If I were ever to describe you from my point of view as a spirit, you are to be an empty pail, and us imprints flow towards you like an open faucet, and no matter how much space we end up taking, there always seems to be so much left to fill.'
Terith had no weight on his shoulders, now that they had shifted into his arms as his head is pressed quietly against his knuckles. When there had been no sound of opposition, Souji saw no need for pause and continued. 'Consider yourself an empty canvas, if you may. Though perhaps...it'd be more poetic to dub you an artist, for dullness is not your term, and we are your paints, for though you think we command you, it has always been the other way around. Your magic is your canvas, and your blade is a brush, we bring you inspiration as your imprints, and your future is lit with a thousand painted suns.'
The evening passed, and there were but the faint hollows of the midnight clocks as they chimed in the far off distance, causing a small disturbance in the equilibrium that Souji was previously guarding. But then Terith's silence was interrupted by a short, staggering breath, and everything just seemed to have flown back in, the crickets performing their mating song in the outbacks.
And as if it were by the god's amusement, Souji could only laugh at Terith's bewildered expression.
'I have....absolutely no understanding of what you just said.' He made a funny face, one that prompted a bigger, heartier laugh from the spirit beside him. 'D-don't laugh! Hey! It's your fault you didn't use common english! Hey! SOUJI!'
The spirit's arms loop into the cloth of his sleeves, ruffling as if his reality molded into the current one, 'Ahh....what a time to be dead.'
'WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!'