[This version of him was also notably more affectionate, though she supposes that may have simply been lost in translation— not to mention the circumstances of their previous meetings hardly lended themselves well to such things, being what they were.
She gives him a soft, affectionate smile of her own as he reaches over to tug on her hair, offering no protest.]
'Butting heads' would be... putting it gently, I think. [At that, her smile falters.] In the end, only one of us could remain standing. I wish it could have been otherwise. That we could have reasoned with one another.
[ Hythlodaeus gives a soft sigh at that and shifts on her bed, stretching his arms out behind him as he tips his head back to stare up at the ceiling. ]
Emet-Selch has always been... particular. And particularly stubborn. I doubt that, after an eon of dedicating himself to one purpose, one outcome, he would have been easy to reason with. To sway. I do not know what events might have haunted his path to lead him to the destination you found him in, but... [ Emet-Selch's angry denial resounded in his ears but underneath it, he could still hear the heartbreak in it. The fear. Protest it as Emet-Selch might, Hythlodaeus suspected they both could be pushed to great and terrible acts, with such unrelenting motivations. Couldn't they all? ]
Whatever the outcome of your visit here... I only hope it worthwhile. Helpful. Perhaps then, somehow, it will make all that was sacrificed... worth it. Mean something more.
[She shifts her own position slightly, turning so that she's sitting beside him as he stretches out, hooking one foot beneath herself. Of course, she agrees with him— after millennia of being dedicated to his purpose as he had been, it was impossible to imagine that things could have ended differently. She still wishes that circumstances had allowed for it, but the fact that they simply could not made it all the more heartbreaking.]
That's my hope, as well.
[Her voice is soft, her expression becoming somber.]
He wanted me to remember you— all of you, and what once was. I don't want that legacy to be lost.
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[ He chuckles softly at that, and then reaches out to playfully tug on a stray lock of hair that curls against one of her shoulders. ]
From the sound of it, though, you and Emet-Selch butted heads a great deal, I take it?
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[This version of him was also notably more affectionate, though she supposes that may have simply been lost in translation— not to mention the circumstances of their previous meetings hardly lended themselves well to such things, being what they were.
She gives him a soft, affectionate smile of her own as he reaches over to tug on her hair, offering no protest.]
'Butting heads' would be... putting it gently, I think. [At that, her smile falters.] In the end, only one of us could remain standing. I wish it could have been otherwise. That we could have reasoned with one another.
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Emet-Selch has always been... particular. And particularly stubborn. I doubt that, after an eon of dedicating himself to one purpose, one outcome, he would have been easy to reason with. To sway. I do not know what events might have haunted his path to lead him to the destination you found him in, but... [ Emet-Selch's angry denial resounded in his ears but underneath it, he could still hear the heartbreak in it. The fear. Protest it as Emet-Selch might, Hythlodaeus suspected they both could be pushed to great and terrible acts, with such unrelenting motivations. Couldn't they all? ]
Whatever the outcome of your visit here... I only hope it worthwhile. Helpful. Perhaps then, somehow, it will make all that was sacrificed... worth it. Mean something more.
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That's my hope, as well.
[Her voice is soft, her expression becoming somber.]
He wanted me to remember you— all of you, and what once was. I don't want that legacy to be lost.