[What good are pieces once they've played their part, and the game is over?]
'Tis friendship perhaps... though the form of it is yet unfamiliar. Perhaps they are simply attempting to assuage their guilt in dooming my people to remain forever lost.
And what of you? If you can't express their thoughts, I'll just have to settle for reading yours.
[He half-expected gloating, half-... didn't. The Exarch was a hard one for him to read at the best of times. But he'd won, there had to be at least some satisfaction in that.
Emet-Selch truly hated this world, though. Not on some intrinsic level (that was reserved for Hydaelyn, and... not much else, honestly), but it had stolen his abilities, his purpose. It arranged for him to learn his fate, so that he could struggle uselessly against it. It gave him fucking cat ears.]
If it's damned, I hope it gets on with it. ...Not that I'm so eager to return to my- possibly inevitable- demise.
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'Tis friendship perhaps... though the form of it is yet unfamiliar. Perhaps they are simply attempting to assuage their guilt in dooming my people to remain forever lost.
And what of you? If you can't express their thoughts, I'll just have to settle for reading yours.
[He half-expected gloating, half-... didn't. The Exarch was a hard one for him to read at the best of times. But he'd won, there had to be at least some satisfaction in that.
Emet-Selch truly hated this world, though. Not on some intrinsic level (that was reserved for Hydaelyn, and... not much else, honestly), but it had stolen his abilities, his purpose. It arranged for him to learn his fate, so that he could struggle uselessly against it. It gave him fucking cat ears.]
If it's damned, I hope it gets on with it. ...Not that I'm so eager to return to my- possibly inevitable- demise.
[Gods, everything was so complicated.]