[ Ah, he knows Cacao is immediately feeling the frustration, just by the tone of his words. He turns to face him, though there's no reassurances to be offered here. Not yet. ]

First, I have been thinking about my Souljam. What it consists of, what it has given us, what it truly is. I believe it can be used to heal - or at least help - the Gods and Goddesses here. I wish to break it into four pieces, and offer two to the rightful Sun and Moon, and then two other pieces to the Guardians who need it the most, or can best use it.

[ A grave decision, but one he feels will benefit everyone the best, rather than simply him. He rests his fingertips against it, down at his side, still hanging off the sash. And when was the last time he heard the Light of Truth, and not Shadow Milks false whispering.

Clawing at his ear even now, trying to be heard through the weakened connection. ]