[ From the soft caress Elysium leaves along Sampo's ear down to his neck, his fingers will slowly wrap around the column of it, his thumb finding and resting on his heartbeat. His, or Sampo's. Which one is louder? With them beating so relentlessly against each other, it's hard to tell. ]

Coming from the man who'd said he might be ready to fly away? How ironic. [ He chuckles, the sound muffled by the way he's half-curled into his knee. ] They aren't light things to claim or to assign to people, you know. The world could end if the sea decided to abandon its post one day.

[ He pauses, and he'll return the same indolent look Sampo's come to wear. There's no sharpness to it, though. Just a curiosity as to how Sampo will dance his way this go around, as his hand drops to return to his knee. ]

We can be the sun and the sea——but we're people, first. Aren't we?

[ Then, a brilliant smile, reaching every far corner of his expression. It's much like charting foreign territory, this man. He wonders, if for the first time in his life, he'll be lost.

There's another metaphor to be made here, of waters wearing down even the toughest of rock. If the sun decided not to rise one day, could not rise one day, drowned by the abyss of the sea, what would that make of things, then? Its depths always had remained vastly unknown—for good reason. ]