[While his composure remains surprisingly stable when recalling something that causes him great discomfort - recalling the body he'd once been restricted to - the mention of those he left behind seems to have a greater impact on unearthing any sorrow. There's no sorrow in finding himself, only the byproduct of it. It's not just a frown this time, but remorse.]
Ah...
[It doesn't matter how many there were who remembered him, because he left someone very important behind. He pulls on Emet-Selch's body even though they're already flush against each other, even though Emet-Selch is as close to his very soul without altogether fusing with it. He doesn't mind terribly that there weren't many to miss him, as much as the strength of being missed and missing in return.
He treats the proximity like a cure for his disquiet over these admissions, burying his face into Emet-Selch's hair. It helps: these tactile experiences are long desired, after all.]
... Only Bl- my cousin, I imagine. Maybe another. [Only one or two people, basically.] But that didn't make it easy.
[Difficult enough to dissuade him immediately upon hearing their voice not to continue on in the pursuit of his dreams of humanity, while keeping his attention even when they'd been granted freedom.
Here, in the now, Emet-Selch serves as company he can have as a blend of his entire experience. Something he never imagined he could have, and he grazes his fingertips along his sides against warm skin. The thought eases the lingering heartache that comes from splitting with someone.]
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Ah...
[It doesn't matter how many there were who remembered him, because he left someone very important behind. He pulls on Emet-Selch's body even though they're already flush against each other, even though Emet-Selch is as close to his very soul without altogether fusing with it. He doesn't mind terribly that there weren't many to miss him, as much as the strength of being missed and missing in return.
He treats the proximity like a cure for his disquiet over these admissions, burying his face into Emet-Selch's hair. It helps: these tactile experiences are long desired, after all.]
... Only Bl- my cousin, I imagine. Maybe another. [Only one or two people, basically.] But that didn't make it easy.
[Difficult enough to dissuade him immediately upon hearing their voice not to continue on in the pursuit of his dreams of humanity, while keeping his attention even when they'd been granted freedom.
Here, in the now, Emet-Selch serves as company he can have as a blend of his entire experience. Something he never imagined he could have, and he grazes his fingertips along his sides against warm skin. The thought eases the lingering heartache that comes from splitting with someone.]