Viserys was quietly pleased with Arturio's receptive nature. He certainly would have reconsidered his residency here if his retelling of history had fallen upon uninterested ears. It was a painful thing, but a necessary thing, to remember, but something told him that the man standing before him felt much the same way. There was a wistfulness about him that Viserys deeply appreciated. He had always been a man of poetry and of philosophy, of thinking deeply about the world that they lived in. Perhaps he had found kinship when he had blindly assumed that there would be none. Now, he felt almost guilty having nearly turned Arturio away.
"Nonetheless, it is neither here nor there. Things change, that will always be." He bowed his head, before casting his gaze towards the clouds as Arturio did. No one could turn back time or return to a day when things were different, for better or for worse. Time progressed, wolves aged and died, and the sun would always rise again in the morning. There was a somber sort of peace in realizing how one could never affect the procession of time. Wounds would not always be fresh, scars would fade, and the clouds would still roll forever onwards.
He nodded at the statement, a small smile appearing on his face. This new king seemed a worthy leader, and Viserys was pleased that he sought to continue on a legacy that hadn't yet died. It had never died, and perhaps it never really would-- the thought brought him comfort enough to relax his shoulders and grow his smile a bit wider. "You seem like a good man, Arturio. Time will tell if I am correct, of course, but I feel as though I am a decent judge of character." He paused, tilting his head slightly. "Make your rule your own, wholly and undeniably mark yourself in the legacy of Asteraia. But do not forget those who came before you, as they as the reason you stand here today." Viserys rose to his paws, stretching out the stiffness in his hind legs. "Everything is connected in ways we cannot possibly comprehend."