['I'll be here.' A nice sentiment. Emet-Selch can't help that flash of humorless mirth that runs through him, a spike of loss that's just as quickly snatched away and shoved back.
You won't be, is his only thought, but he does not say it. But with it in mind, he finally turns back to Mira, expression completely even, despite the grief beneath.
Lifting a hand to touch the side of her face, he leans over to press his lips gently to hers.]
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You won't be, is his only thought, but he does not say it. But with it in mind, he finally turns back to Mira, expression completely even, despite the grief beneath.
Lifting a hand to touch the side of her face, he leans over to press his lips gently to hers.]