After spending a while chatting with Viessa—mostly dodging her persistent and weirdly enthusiastic attempts to adopt me as her new little brother—I ended up resting in the lounge area for a bit longer. It was peaceful, sure, but sleep? Not a chance. My body felt a lot better, no doubt about that, but not my mind.
Since I couldn't sleep, I figured I might as well be productive. So, I shifted my focus inward, training myself to better control Wrath… and Sloth. Yeah, both at once. Not because it was a good idea, but because, honestly, I didn't have many other options left.
I tried to recall what I had seen of Durathiel's technique—how he visualized, how he shaped his Sin—but trying to replicate it? It was like learning to swim in a whirlpool. Wrath and Sloth weren't just opposing elements—they were outright hostile toward each other.
And yet… Samael was someone capable of wielding all seven Sins in harmony. Balanced. Controlled. Perfected.
