Johnas was going to add something else to the end of that sentence but refrains from doing so. He doesn't want to offend by stating that he doesn't have the belief that all others here are undoubtedly counting on in order to save Vaikuntha from Bahamut. Much less that he's somehow connected to it; he doesn't need or want any sort of divine right, all he's ever wanted in life is wrapped up neatly in his community back halfway across the World.
He meets Finns' gaze silently; Johnas' piercing green eyes are deep like a forest, devoid of the coldness compared to the man that Finn would undoubtedly see similarities too in overall presence. Sharp nose and jaw, alongside an undefinable tone of seriousness, yet warm in character much like his natural tanned skin. A lock of -albeit darker and shorter- silver hair has come loose from the top knot and falls to the side of Johnas' face; only just touching the top of a cheek.
"-if you believe-" Large, working hands pass the meteor-shaped blue crystal across towards Finn as downcast eyes watch the transaction. For all that Johnas doesn't believe in much of the stories by any stretch, it's hard to get over the feeling that he really is passing some sort of responsibility on, here.
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Johnas was going to add something else to the end of that sentence but refrains from doing so. He doesn't want to offend by stating that he doesn't have the belief that all others here are undoubtedly counting on in order to save Vaikuntha from Bahamut. Much less that he's somehow connected to it; he doesn't need or want any sort of divine right, all he's ever wanted in life is wrapped up neatly in his community back halfway across the World.
He meets Finns' gaze silently; Johnas' piercing green eyes are deep like a forest, devoid of the coldness compared to the man that Finn would undoubtedly see similarities too in overall presence. Sharp nose and jaw, alongside an undefinable tone of seriousness, yet warm in character much like his natural tanned skin. A lock of -albeit darker and shorter- silver hair has come loose from the top knot and falls to the side of Johnas' face; only just touching the top of a cheek.
"-if you believe-" Large, working hands pass the meteor-shaped blue crystal across towards Finn as downcast eyes watch the transaction. For all that Johnas doesn't believe in much of the stories by any stretch, it's hard to get over the feeling that he really is passing some sort of responsibility on, here.