soothing tones

Listening to the murmurs of agreement around him, he couldn't help but feel elated. He'd been nervous, for a little while, and he remembered his wife's quiet, encouraging words before he'd set out for the summit. She'd been right, he hadn't had anything to worry about, not really. Sure, there was some strife. Some nations that just didn't understand. But he did. He understood well.

Down to his very core, he knew the steps the world was taking were the right ones. And for once, everyone was on board with what that meant. Mostly. But he had faith now. Faith that those who were struggling with the changes would see through to the right path. That they'd understand in time, that they'd come into the fold. And if that didn't happen...well.

He had faith in The Prophet. There she was, in all of her glory, speaking in those tones that reminded him so much of his wife's. It wasn't that they sounded the same. It was the feeling they evoked. That soft, soothed sort of feeling, that made him feel like his anxieties not only wouldn't deem necessary later, but that everything would actually be alright. That in the end, it would work out somehow. Just being in her presence, not even really needing to pay strict, focused attention to what she was actually saying, it was all good and right. It would work out. Everything would be fine. There would be peace across the land. She would lead them all out of darkness and into the light.

She was the answer. And all everyone had to do was listen to her, and all would be well.