[The promise draws a- not quite a laugh, but a sound of amusement, anyway. What a bizarre mood this was- grieving for what was lost, yet not despairing of it.]
Good. Perhaps I can tell you more of it sometime. If you're going to leave a proper record.
[The consideration towards his name gets a thoughtful frown, and he looks aside, inspecting the back of the couch instead.]
For my name... well, you've earned the right to use it, I suppose. I don't mind.
[He had very, very few things that were truly his own. Not objects, not physical form, not the title of his position.
To be reminded of one of them... might not be unpleasant.]
[K'rihnn's fairly certain that both of them have experienced far weirder things than breaking bread with someone he killed. Or was killed by, in Emet-Selch's case.]
I'm in the process of making some sandwiches myself, if you're interested in that. Otherwise, I'm a fair hand at the culinary arts and I could make you something else more suitable to your taste.
[Whatever that taste is. It's fine. He can handle strays. As long as said stray behaves.]
[In the future, sure, he'd probably mention when the available snacks weren't to his taste while rummaging through their supplies. But for now- well. The details of food barely registered; he was used to eating without much appetite, at least.
After a moment's hesitation, he does have to add, expression cautious.]
...You realize I will try to change my fate. You might be damning some strange Warrior of Light to an entirely different ending.
[He'd been fighting futility since the day Amaurot fell. As long as he lived- that couldn't change.
But Emet-Selch did appreciate that K'rihnn had been willing to tell him, regardless of the consequences. Sure, it probably would've come out eventually, and the longer it took, the less trust he would've had left for any of the Warriors of Light. But still- it had been a risk, and he could recognize that.]
[K'rihnn is about to head into the kitchen to start making those sandwiches, but he pauses when Emet-Selch comments on that. He closes his eyes for a moment before looking up to meet the Ascian's eyes. There's grim determination in his green eyes.]
'Tis only natural, and I would expect no less. However... you took a great risk yourself by approaching us in the First, and I know naught of whether we'll still remember this place on returning to our stars. But 'tis a risk I'm willing to take.
[The purple-haired tia crosses his arms and looks away.]
... It simply wouldn't be right to keep this information from you regardless, especially when I know something as important to you as your own name.
[Perhaps the other Warriors of Light will disagree with his opinion. He doesn't know, and he can't speak for them, but there's no going back now.]
All I can do is trust that my reflection in your star has the resolve to meet that uncertain future. 'Twould be disappointing for all of us if they did not, yes?
[Meeting K'rihnn's gaze, Emet-Selch is- surprised, a little. His meetings with the hero on the First had shown him a persistent distrust, a perpetual suspicion. But had they realized the risk he'd taken from the start? Was this something all of the Warriors felt, or was it just K'rihnn?
In any case, it gets him a small nod.
Strange. Continued cooperation should've felt like a useless endeavor, but- somehow it seemed that much more important to maintain.]
I have time to think on it, in any case. Both on how to remember, and how to avoid.
[His current task may have shifted drastically, but the final goal remained the same. A small, vaguely amused sound escapes him.]
I admit, knowing what I do now, I'll be a trifle disappointed if they can't find a way to struggle through regardless. [If K'rihnn had the capacity to kill him, then surely they all did. Which was an alarming thought, but also had the effect of raising his Expectations.] And in any case- your own world is safe. I don't think I could change that, even if I manage to avert my own destruction.
[He offers it with almost-a-smile. It was an attempt at reassurance, a reminder that the display of trust probably wouldn't backfire on the mi'qote. His star would remain saved, no matter his best efforts.]
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Good. Perhaps I can tell you more of it sometime. If you're going to leave a proper record.
[The consideration towards his name gets a thoughtful frown, and he looks aside, inspecting the back of the couch instead.]
For my name... well, you've earned the right to use it, I suppose. I don't mind.
[He had very, very few things that were truly his own. Not objects, not physical form, not the title of his position.
To be reminded of one of them... might not be unpleasant.]
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I'd like that. I'm sure there are quite the stories to share.
[He's surprised by that. Then again, it must have been a long, long time since anyone has called Emet-Selch by his given name.]
Alright, then... Hades.
[The Miqo'te tilts his head. He might as well offer a little more hospitality than this... rather depressing story.]
Would you like something to eat or drink, while you're here?
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[It sounded... odd, to hear his name aloud. But his instinct had been right, it wasn't unpleasant. An odd feeling, but not a bad one.
The offer of food gets a half-shrug; sharing a meal with the person who had murdered him? It's not as though his day could get any stranger.]
Ah- well, if you're offering, I won't turn down whatever you have.
[This is how you get strays, K'rihnn.]
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[K'rihnn's fairly certain that both of them have experienced far weirder things than breaking bread with someone he killed. Or was killed by, in Emet-Selch's case.]
I'm in the process of making some sandwiches myself, if you're interested in that. Otherwise, I'm a fair hand at the culinary arts and I could make you something else more suitable to your taste.
[Whatever that taste is. It's fine. He can handle strays. As long as said stray behaves.]
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[In the future, sure, he'd probably mention when the available snacks weren't to his taste while rummaging through their supplies. But for now- well. The details of food barely registered; he was used to eating without much appetite, at least.
After a moment's hesitation, he does have to add, expression cautious.]
...You realize I will try to change my fate. You might be damning some strange Warrior of Light to an entirely different ending.
[He'd been fighting futility since the day Amaurot fell. As long as he lived- that couldn't change.
But Emet-Selch did appreciate that K'rihnn had been willing to tell him, regardless of the consequences. Sure, it probably would've come out eventually, and the longer it took, the less trust he would've had left for any of the Warriors of Light. But still- it had been a risk, and he could recognize that.]
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[K'rihnn is about to head into the kitchen to start making those sandwiches, but he pauses when Emet-Selch comments on that. He closes his eyes for a moment before looking up to meet the Ascian's eyes. There's grim determination in his green eyes.]
'Tis only natural, and I would expect no less. However... you took a great risk yourself by approaching us in the First, and I know naught of whether we'll still remember this place on returning to our stars. But 'tis a risk I'm willing to take.
[The purple-haired tia crosses his arms and looks away.]
... It simply wouldn't be right to keep this information from you regardless, especially when I know something as important to you as your own name.
[Perhaps the other Warriors of Light will disagree with his opinion. He doesn't know, and he can't speak for them, but there's no going back now.]
All I can do is trust that my reflection in your star has the resolve to meet that uncertain future. 'Twould be disappointing for all of us if they did not, yes?
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In any case, it gets him a small nod.
Strange. Continued cooperation should've felt like a useless endeavor, but- somehow it seemed that much more important to maintain.]
I have time to think on it, in any case. Both on how to remember, and how to avoid.
[His current task may have shifted drastically, but the final goal remained the same. A small, vaguely amused sound escapes him.]
I admit, knowing what I do now, I'll be a trifle disappointed if they can't find a way to struggle through regardless. [If K'rihnn had the capacity to kill him, then surely they all did. Which was an alarming thought, but also had the effect of raising his Expectations.] And in any case- your own world is safe. I don't think I could change that, even if I manage to avert my own destruction.
[He offers it with almost-a-smile. It was an attempt at reassurance, a reminder that the display of trust probably wouldn't backfire on the mi'qote. His star would remain saved, no matter his best efforts.]
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Seems improvisation and resourcefulness is universally our strong suit.
[K'rihnn nods at that. It's a comfort, albeit a small one. Still... there's one important thing he feels needs saying.]
Hades... whether you succeed or not, I hope it brings you peace, in some way.
[Whether Light or Darkness triumph in the end, this much he hopes comes to pass. He can't help it. Kindness has ever been in this Warrior's nature.]