Gladion winced. "Well, the
excursion went well. Found Auriga. I didn't learn anything from it that
Leaf didn't mention."
Except, well, there was that one thing...
"Gladius is 'you'... you understand that, don't you? You must. His soul may not be part of my gestalt any more than your own, but I can see your souls, I can see their likeness to each other. He seeks what you do. His path has been different to yours, but it does not lead him to seek a crown of stars, even if you fear as much. Would you, Sword-Flower, yoke the heavens to your will? The worst your mirror will do is little worse than you may do yourself – he will wound himself, and think the world has done him ill. He will do others the unkindness of earning their love, before they must watch him either bleed for them, or flee from them."
...which didn't really count. It was demonstrably false. Gladius had plenty more to answer for than what she'd suggested he was capable of.
"Lillie-
Lillian is pretty flagrantly compromised by him, though. I
told her what he did. She just...
Augh."
He didn't elaborate. What else was there to say? He was pretty sure she was being naive, but Auriga seemed to agree with her and that was enough to make it difficult to say what he wanted to with the conviction he wanted to say it with.
"I guess we just have to hope that her having an in with him helps us more than it helps him. Barring trying to remove her as a Wayfarer, I'm not willing to go there yet. She's still my twin, after all."
Definitionally, that was true. He wasn't sure how true it still
felt. He hadn't felt like they
identical twins anymore for years even though that was also definitionally true. Maybe this was just another line that they were bound to cross. He hoped not. He took a sip of a coffee with enough milk that it could be mistaken for tea and still made a face like like he found it bitter.
"Damn mess, isn't it? Probably makes
me the second most Coven-compromised person behind Lillian herself, for all my whinging when we first met 'em." Though if Auriga wasn't entirely wrong, then maybe he had been right to worry they'd be a corrupting influence. Just not on
Odette. "Meanwhile, you're handling them just fine."
The faintest of smiles- or perhaps smirks- hid behind his eyes as he shot her the deadpan look he used when he was about to say something that he believed was funny. "For my money, that's the closest thing you're getting to an apology out of me. Enjoy."