“It’s about holding.”
I meet their eyes.
“One storm at a time.”
“One wound at a time.”
“One choice at a time.”
“Not the whole world.”
Silence.
Then a young wolf speaks.
“But if we can do more—why shouldn’t we?”
Because you will break it.
Because you don’t yet understand the scale.
Because you’re not ready.
But I don’t say that.
Instead—
“Because restraint is strength.”
He looks unconvinced.
And that’s fair.
He’s young.
Power feels intoxicating.
Freedom feels limitless.
And I remember that feeling.
After the eclipse.
After the first anchoring.
After the cathedral.
The sense of infinite capability.
It’s dangerous.
Training begins immediately.
Controlled resonance sessions.
Small-scale anchoring drills.
Emotional regulation exercises.
Not flashy.
Not dramatic.
