Cyrus cocked an eyebrow at Sylvia's advice, though he did naturally listen quite carefully. So the words he had spoken against Mahadeva some time ago still remained in the public conscious, hm? Well, that did not too terribly surprise him, but it did admittedly cause him a semblance of what one might call distress. He made it a point to speak to no one of his divinity unless absolutely necessary, even explaining away his rather obviously divine power as simply an advancement of his own abilities. But, still, the folly of his time as a mere man would not simply disappear so easily. Waiting for Sylvia to finish speaking, he mulled the whole point over before responding.
"I have not spoken of such things in many a moon now, Captain Brauer, except for in the most casual of senses, to share allegory or tales of wisdom with which I am personally familiar. To have made such open claims of divinity in my conflict against Ulv Auber was an error I will not soon forget. A matter of very human pride, one I continue to regret and from which I continue to learn."
Drumming his fingers against his desk in a slow, methodical rhythm, Cyrus seemed deep in consideration. It seemed, for now, that the nature of his current Aspect was not what served him best. Nor, for that matter, what served the Vandenreich best. Sylvia's words were very correct, that the pride he had clung to so desperately as a man would very well invite disaster if left unaddressed. Simply operating differently would not be enough to make up for that mistake. Her mention of the very real fear of genocide once more, when he knew their people had already suffered such fivefold, was simply the last point needed. He would need to approach leadership differently for the time being.
"Give me one moment."
Taking a deep breath, Cyrus closed his eyes and focused inward, toward the core of his divinity. It was something he did not touch unless necessary, but such was the case right now. A different Aspect would serve him well, if he was to understand his people, to serve them more than as merely a distant leader. Then, all at once, he changed. It was not a subtle change, nor one which seemed natural to the eye. In fact, by all accounts, the whole of the change occurred in less than a fraction of a second, a singular moment so brief and so lacking in fanfare that one might easily have missed it simply by blinking. His shoulder-length hair now flowed out quite long, his sharp features now soft, gentle even at a glance. The whole of the atmosphere Cyrus gave off had shifted from one of authority to one of earnest, unrestrained care, and the tranquility of his energy suddenly changed, now seeming to do much the same as Sylvia's flame and embrace the Captain in a warm, caring hug.
Ah, and of course, there were also breasts now.
"It is in my nature, Sylvia dear, to do whatever is necessary for the Vandenreich and for the world. If I have become distant from the Quincy, if the rumors of my arrogance have spread and caused discontent, then I will assuredly do all that I can to remind everyone that all I do, I do out of love."
She smiled, then, an earnest smile that was assuredly far from his typical reserved demeanor. Such was simply the nature of Kouroush Atar Urvazishta. Of Cyrus of the Blissful Flame.