The power of destruction. The name didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination as to what it could do and what it was meant to do. Souji didn't understand how Destruction could be used to save Fayt's universe, but there was still much about the universe itself that Souji did not know. This talk of realms had left him with only a hazy idea of how Fayt's world worked. Add to that this universal threat and Souji was basically staring into a void where anything could happen.

Still, the most important thing here was not whether he understood all of the ramifications of what Fayt was confiding in him. It was the fact that Fayt was confiding in him at all and that he was a boy caught in the middle of a war because of something his father had done to him. Fayt had never asked for whatever power Destruction was supposed to bring, it had been pushed onto him like the steel weight of the world. Souji couldn't imagine how hard it had to be to keep a secret like that - especially when it meant he was unwittingly a threat to the village.

"It does sound morbid, but war tends to do that to everything." Souji reached out and touched Fayt's arm, squeezing it lightly. The conversation was going places that Fayt might later regret once the drugs wore off and even Souji knew when he had heard all he needed to know. The rest would come with time - and he'd press someone less vulnerable for it. "I won't tell anyone. You should sleep some - it can't be good for you to talk so much in your condition."