"I would hope so," Carlisle notes, though frankly, people being pushed to one another's throats isn't all that unusual in Hadriel, it seems. The gods have influenced them to fight one another more than once since his arrival, and though he's been blessedly spared from it each time, he's never sure when their compulsions will finally reach him. Given his particular abilities, that is a terrifying thought. What can one do against a man who can harm them without having to raise even a hand? Who can make them turn their violence upon themselves by robbing them of their free will?

He shudders at the thought, trying to put his focus elsewhere. "Though d- different isn't always bad. I am fairly different from the one with whom I get along best, though we- we have found we have more commonalities than initially believed."