There's a swoop in his chest, soaring and victorious and he hates it, because what does that make him? How could he ever want anyone else to be here, forever?

"You don't - " There's a strangled note in his voice, all of his emotions colliding and conflicting. It's been so long since he's had the luxury of being at war with himself. "It will change you. Being his creature, calling this your home, it's - "

It's different, and Zerxus won't be able to stop it once it starts.