Bartholomew stared at Nicklaus with wide eyes, he couldn't believe his ears, the Emperor wanted to help a stranger he knew nothing about. With his Dark Grimoire? One off-limits to everything? He wasn't sure what shocked him the most… the fact the Emperor was willing to help a stranger or the fact he didn't once question what the little girl's use might be, it was almost like he trusted her.
"Do you trust her Emperor? A stranger? Enough to help her?"
Nicklaus darted his green eyes to his orbs like the flame itself. "Trust" Nicklaus tasted the word on his lips, 'Trust' was something he had never accomplished in his youth but only when he met Yelena he understood what it truly meant, she taught him a lot of things, things he wasn't sure he was capable of, until her. She was a light into his dark world, and she was the world itself, and his children were a mixture of happiness and light. They ARE his light, the only light and the rest was the blackened world.