[ The ambassadors, definitely, are his doing. Though they speak of peace, they are born of the conceptualization done by a god of war; it is why he handed the mantle to Claude, in the hopes of giving it room to self-actualize and be useful. War only has meaning if some peace is permitted, and he has longevity in mind. ]

You did not pay attention to Meridian's manner? We need a girl wrapped up in virtues and sins among us — to better us. You were stunted in Zenith, there is no suffering there.

[ Slowly, he slips past her body. The press of his arm along her shoulders as he rounds her, to face her. Mindful of where the long maw of his mask is aimed, to force her to either duck below it or lean to one aside to dodge it. Battering ram of a man. ]

At least, no suffering greater than that which lies in Meridian's heart. I was hoping you might use the opportunity for yourself even. To chase what you want.