[Well, if Mikasa was looking for something to balance that cheer with unrelenting unhappiness, Emet-Selch is more than up to the task. And it's no matter whether she was a teen or young adult learning feels, it's all answered with a sigh, a shake of his head. Whether it's directed more at Mikasa not being certain of her own relationship status, or at her optimistic partner making assumptions- it's an open question. Both, perhaps.
But he holds off on any comment other than that, as they take their places in the circle that had been prepared for them, for all prospective Bonding partners.]
That's fine. I've never made more of the ritual than what has been required of me.
[And silent hand-holding would be all he'd offer as well, though with more of an air of indifference, perhaps, than awkwardness. ...And considering how physical contact was the primary way of increasing the overall effectiveness of a Bond, he wondered if there would be equally as passive handholding in their future. Just politely and efficiently-scheduled handholding. The thought amused him slightly.
...But for the ritual itself now, it's not a long process. Fortunately, the witches involved seemed as disinterested as the participants. Something that may have been a bit of a mood-kill were this any kind of romantic arrangement- but as this was anything but, it felt appropriately neutral.
As in each time past, Emet-Selch is distracted more by the passing glimpse it gives him of his own soul- a fleeting look at dark purple. On arriving in this world, he'd been unable to see it any other way, and he's never sure if this small hint of it provides comfort, or serves only as a reminder of everything he'd lost.
It's something that leaves him subdued, anyway, as it concludes.]
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But he holds off on any comment other than that, as they take their places in the circle that had been prepared for them, for all prospective Bonding partners.]
That's fine. I've never made more of the ritual than what has been required of me.
[And silent hand-holding would be all he'd offer as well, though with more of an air of indifference, perhaps, than awkwardness. ...And considering how physical contact was the primary way of increasing the overall effectiveness of a Bond, he wondered if there would be equally as passive handholding in their future. Just politely and efficiently-scheduled handholding. The thought amused him slightly.
...But for the ritual itself now, it's not a long process. Fortunately, the witches involved seemed as disinterested as the participants. Something that may have been a bit of a mood-kill were this any kind of romantic arrangement- but as this was anything but, it felt appropriately neutral.
As in each time past, Emet-Selch is distracted more by the passing glimpse it gives him of his own soul- a fleeting look at dark purple. On arriving in this world, he'd been unable to see it any other way, and he's never sure if this small hint of it provides comfort, or serves only as a reminder of everything he'd lost.
It's something that leaves him subdued, anyway, as it concludes.]