Mois nods with a sad smile on his lisps at the final thought expressed by his once mentor, however he can not stop the sigh, or the deep rooted disagreement with the rest of what Joseph had to say. “I agree, his madness, the madness of our family, is already affecting my dear little brother, making it hard to trust, how to confide in people, anyone really. . .” He huffs softly. “But you are wrong Joseph, that is exactly what trust is, and you and I both know that even if you were freed today, you would follow that foolish mad man to the ends of the earth. Perhaps putting your foot down on some things, the kind of things that has me knowing what I know and you do not, but you and I both know your will would be his even to the end of all things at this point, even without your enslaved will from the breaking.”

He chuckles softly, looking to the fire. “No Joseph, what you have with him goes beyond trust, it is what had humans fighting one another for so long over, what has made most of the major events in human history such massacres as to have the demons of hell turning their eyes from the carnage. What you have for Alexi is faith. The true and pure belief that even though you do not, no, even though you [b]can not[/b] understand his will, you are willing to follow it anyways. You have faith that what he says is true, what he he believes in is real, and what he wants is. . .Well, what he wants, is what you want. . .” He rubs his eyes gently with one hand before dropping it back to the armrest. “While faith has caused such terrible things, I still envy the fact that you have it, and still think it is one of the greatest things any being can ever have in anything, be it a person, a place , or a belief.”

His voice trails off, a thick weariness overcoming his voice even as he seems to spiral down, deep into a pit of sorrow he knows will only deepen as the days go by. [i]'My little brother,t he fool who feels the need to save the souls of the world. My mad, wonderful younger brother who knows the pain he causes, but whose heart is unable to bend beneath the weight of it. . .Why must I be blessed and cursed, with such a beast as my blood? My father at least was simple, the madness inside of him turning to pure evil, plain and simple. I know not yet if my brother has become good or evil, but I pray I find out before it all comes to a close'[/i]

A long weary exhale comes from his now dry lips as he at last looks once more to the elder vampire and tries to pull at least half a smile. He fails, only managing a wince before he gives up and shakes his head, his eyes falling closed. “You and I both know, what we see as failing, is something that has given Alexi the power he has today, and without it, this mad plan of his. . .would never work. . .” He bites his lip softly, looking into Joseph's eyes apologetically. “Forgive me, I do carry on. I did not mean to tell you your feelings. . .And if I am in any way wrong, feel free to voice such. . .” Mois has always carried a bit of calm inside him at the thought of how devoted the head slave is to Alexi, and a part of him prays desperately, if silently, that his assessment of the older male is accurate.