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"Come, brother. Let me show you the ways of House Solidor – the proper ways of House Solidor, rather – that will ensure our survival in the years to come. It requires loyalty, dear Larsa. It requires fealty beyond the very definition of the word." Vayne extended his hand, the strange blue-grey of his eyes gathering like storm clouds. No longer were they the still sort of nightmare before a storm, but full of lightning. They set his face off against the dimness of the dining room. "To my chambers."
Post-game. Larsa can't decide where his brother ends, and Basch begins. In the wake of Vayne's death, Larsa debates what it means to be a man as taught to him by his brother, and the loyalty he commands now as Emperor. For one night Larsa explores the manhood proper he is entering into, and he releases his "hound" from his leash. Basch refuses to be considered as such, but it has been a long time since anything has tempted him like this. Not like this.
I would hear your roar and know manhood. You are a key, Basch. Open me."