[It seems rather fitting that even here, where the living are unable to tread, where souls are meant to find their way to their rest, Emet-Selch feels compelled to make it known that he is being inconvenienced. At first, Venat says nothing, her bright gaze serious as it remains fixed on him, studying his figure as though seeking to ensure he is still as she remembers.
Then, after a few moments of silence, she lifts a hand to her mouth and laughs, a warm and rich sound that carries through the space around them, lips curled into a knowing smile as she fixes her gaze on him once more.]
Had you something else in mind for our next conversation? It's been some time. I would say we are long overdue.
[It has been, after all, ages upon ages since they last spoke in earnest— since they last were friends.]
[ Some time, she says, as if twelve thousand years is a mere trifle, as if they hadn't spent it at odds, even if neither of them were entirely themselves. Long overdue, she says, as if there isn't a laughably infinite number of things they could say to one another. He shakes his head as if here, at the end of things, he is nothing more than put-upon.
It isn't that simple, of course, but he can't make this easy, gods forbid. ]
Oh, I could think of a thing or two, if pressed.
[ And then, in spite of himself, one corner of his mouth curls into a smile. ]
[Truly, nothing ever could be so simple, not with them— among the very last of their kind, two souls who had taken different paths in fighting for this very star. Time had changed them both, forced them to leave the true Venat and Emet-Selch behind, but just for a moment, it is nice, being able to view this as a reunion of friends.
They need not be at odds any longer. It was never what was in either of their hearts.]
I could say quite the same for you. Still too many frown lines for your age, of course.
["You're too young for that," she had once told him.]
Quite plainly, it is good to see you.
[Even now, she remembers the Emet-Selch that had been her friend and colleague quite well.]
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Then, after a few moments of silence, she lifts a hand to her mouth and laughs, a warm and rich sound that carries through the space around them, lips curled into a knowing smile as she fixes her gaze on him once more.]
Had you something else in mind for our next conversation? It's been some time. I would say we are long overdue.
[It has been, after all, ages upon ages since they last spoke in earnest— since they last were friends.]
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It isn't that simple, of course, but he can't make this easy, gods forbid. ]
Oh, I could think of a thing or two, if pressed.
[ And then, in spite of himself, one corner of his mouth curls into a smile. ]
It is good to see you as yourself.
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They need not be at odds any longer. It was never what was in either of their hearts.]
I could say quite the same for you. Still too many frown lines for your age, of course.
["You're too young for that," she had once told him.]
Quite plainly, it is good to see you.
[Even now, she remembers the Emet-Selch that had been her friend and colleague quite well.]