[ fódlan world 'myth' is far more austere in comparison, moreover manipulated by the central church to keep humanity under its thumb. there is sothis, the progenitor god, and her saint, seiros, who brought light to the land and to the pure of heart. there are the ten elites, the first crestbearers and the origins of the noble houses—including gautier. in his homeland, there is much to be said about lineage and valor, but little on love—certainly not to the extent which zagreus describes to him.

but the concepts, given verbal form, are not unfamiliar. a universal language, it seems. ]

A few. Philia, for my friends here and back home. Ludus, for good times even in death... Eros I presume for a pretty face, now and then.

[ (lust is a very familiar notion, yes.) he sets the books in his lap, drumming the topmost cover idly. he doesn't speak of family, or lasting romantic relationships, or even self-love. ]

...Which is it for you?

[ it's gotta be a lover, sylvain thinks. zagreus just has that air about him of youthful charm. and he's thoughtful to boot, earnest in a way that reminds him a little bit of dimitri. ]