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Such a tried and true maxim, ‘quid pro quo’. Etymologically, it’s the prototypical idiom and its direct transliteration has spawned many a legal phrase. Above all else, however, its genesis was synchronized with another term: fair – an equally sumptuous term, if a bit implausible in our frenetic and highly insular universe. However, the Grandvilles have often traipsed adjacent to what the pedestrian caste would consider unachievable, which is why they made it a point to ensure their insignias carried the trisyllabic phrase in one form or another. Despite being classified as the lineage’s personal humiliation, Tahajin hoists this locution in his day to day, spouting it frequently the second an associate does something for him out of philanthropy rather than self-interest. To boil it down, the possat functions with the tertiary directive that one good turn deserves another, with haste if possible. However, the monochromate isn’t quite hewn to the idea that his altruism would bind him to the same, albeit inverted, doctrine. Somewhere along the line, he’s convinced himself that his good needs need not go repaid in equal measure – a ghastly oversight, but one borne of piety. It’s the very reason why he had a few daemons to negotiate with once he was offered a similar courtesy to what he had provided Vausch not even a full four months prior! During the puca’s persuasive pitch, half of him couldn’t wait to take him up on the offer while the other half flounced on the self-effacement triggers in the hopes that, in doing such, the superego would feel far too guilty to accept. Unfortunately, the former had the aid of Vausch’s determination, making any resolve to the contrary a fool’s errand. Though, now would probably be a good time to mention the possat’s specific credo when it comes to being consumed, as I’m sure you’re all aware that seeing the chimera on the receiving end of a enveloping of any kind is rare, indeed! For the sake of succinctness: It takes a whole lot of trust for Tahajin to be comfortable with being subsumed, as it isn’t entirely uncommon for that act to have more than its fair share of malice behind it. He’d be the first to say that if Vausch wasn’t who he was, he’d be rending it was out of that predicament like a bat out of Hell. That said, Vausch and Tahajin are and have been a tad closer than they’d like to admit! Outside of the obvious epigenetic and physiogmomical differences, they’re transformative brothers – equal parts compassionate and deranged within themselves and each other. That alone is enough to help the possat deconstruct that bulwark of apprehension and – to be quite frank – that’s probably the reason why Vausch harbored no ill will to his impromptu devourings, beyond the procedurally generated resort, of course! To wit, the metamorphic pair has a comfort zone the size of Hirth’s magnetosphere while together – to the point where even esoteric vore might as well be a casual hug. Fling whatever nomenclature you want at that fact, as they’ll ardently stick with ‘friendship’. |