The crossing was complete, yet peace did not come at once. Within SOV, the arrival of new faces stirred both hope and uncertainty. Old bonds met new ones, and not all joined seamlessly. Whispers rose where silence once held; questions not of intent, but of belonging. For though the path had been chosen, the hearts of the people had not all arrived at the same place.
Some looked back, not with regret alone, but with longing. Others questioned whether what was gained would outweigh what had been left behind. A few, unable to carry the weight of change, departed altogether, seeking steadier ground beyond the reach of doubt. These losses did not go unseen, nor did they pass without mark. Each departure was a quiet wound, felt not by one, but by all.
And yet, DaddioPaddio did not answer doubt with force, nor silence it with command. He remained as he had always been; present, patient, and unwavering. Where questions arose, he met them with understanding. Where uncertainty lingered, he offered steadiness. He did not demand belief; he allowed it to grow. And in time, as the noise of doubt softened, the people began to see not just the path they had taken, but the purpose within it.