The Sunspire All these lost halos wash away

There was little to no resistance within Glaukos as the rules were relayed to him. They were not so different from that of the Saints: obedience was key, strength was honored, and the canyon was to be guarded.

Where it diverged from what Glaukos knew to be right, he only listened. The elder watched him and the boy did not like to be watched, yet he remained attentive and thoughtful as all was outlined to him.

Germanicus spoke of things that Nyra had tried to teach: self-control, redirection, the focus of one impulse over another. Ultimately the warrior sought control over his subjects and Glaukos lived in such a way already — always under heel of someone, at their beck and call, upholding their ideals as he lacked his own.

What the man asked for was discipline.

The boy let the silence come between them as he stood there, thoughtful, digesting what had been shared. He dipped his head towards the soil soon after and continued to patrol the path; leading Germanicus onward, as if his decision had been made already.

Glaukos could become these things Germanicus asked for.