[He gently grabs Kizuna's wrist to tug it away from his. He gently places his Vision in the other's palm, closing their fingers gently over the cool, smooth surface.] Well, who knows what or why they do what they do. The whims of the gods is lost to me.

[And it wasn't like it had did him favors. He might as not had been favored at all with how he had to carefully protect the item; hiding it away as his own little secret. Worry that the item he had been gifted would be stolen from his still-too-young hands.] It's said these are basically physical manifestations of our ambitions and desires. [Wriothesley had only recently started keeping his out in the open again, though, he often still hid it away out of habit.]