[Even though it can't be seen, Emet-Selch waves it off.]
Oh, I know it happens.
[There's no resentment in that, really. That Elidibus occasionally kept things from them- that was an element of his station, and one that didn't undermine the trust inherent in him. It was just a touch exasperating this time, and more in the direction of the Warrior of Light being involved in something else in the old world.
And depressing, to think that once they'd reached the modern era, Elidibus had forgotten about the whole thing. They'd both encountered the same fragment of Azem, and had no memory of it until it was all over.]
Even if it would not be for ourselves to see, our stories concluded and sealed, for there to be a chance of an offshoot succeeding where we had failed--
[Emet-Selch is far less stoic about it. This wasn't something he could approach neutrally, without emotion bleeding clear and sharp into it. It's not anger though, not towards Elidibus, or anyone; it's grief most of all.]
If you understand now the preciousness of those memories- then you should understand why I can't let go of mine. In the eons that have passed, I've never forgotten Amaurot, or our people- the reason for our duty. I can no more give that up, than you can the fragments you've regained. For our people, our star- I can recall the point. With you and Lahabrea wasting away into shadows of yourselves, I was the only one who did.
[He opens his mouth, takes a breath as if to reply, then closes it. To say he isn't plagued by the same feelings would be a lie, and he's sure they both know it. Instead, he ends up making a dissatisfied noise, pausing for a long moment.]
Perhaps it is that I am attempting to convince myself of it. That the star is worth saving the way it is, despite our unshakable attachment to the past.
[And it worked, at least for a little while.
There's a scratching noise that sounds like his clawed fingers digging into the wood of a desk. It is a quandary as old as time; save an innumerable amount of people for the greater overall good, or one important person you care for on a personal level? So it becomes a question of which they care for more.]
...As I have told you before, I cannot control what actions you take, not am I interested in policing you or Lahabrea. If push comes to shove and you need to come clean to him, do so. But I know you, and I know how fond you became of the Warrior of Light, the ghostly trace of the friend you saw in that soul. If it were simply a matter of which you care about more, I know you would choose Amaurot, but the truth is, you can't just discard one for the other and feel no remorse about the path not taken.
That's the reason you won't tell him, not because you agree with my opinion. And so are we both hesitant to act in either direction.
...I already said I would abide by your choice, Elidibus. Is there a point to driving in where our preferences differ?
[A more irritable tone, more defensive.]
I would choose Amaurot, would elect to have something new to grieve. That hesitation- you say this as though I'm unaware of it. You're revealing nothing more than what I've told you in this same conversation.
[That he neither wanted to erase the current world, or this version of his friend. He would, if it came down to it- if the opportunity actually presented itself. Lahabrea wasn't that opportunity, only the shadow of the possibility of a hope.]
[The defensiveness means he's right, like as not, but it's probably wise to ease off of him at this point. A shifting of fabric, and a sigh as he leans back in his chair.]
...Aye. I suppose we three have always been this way, even as Ascians. The only thing we were fully committed to was Zodiark, and He alone. I wonder sometimes whether His will was a stronger driving force than the desire to reclaim the past we were forced to leave behind.
I suppose so long as things stay this way, outside of extenuating circumstances, then I've nothing more to discuss at this time. But, and I ask this as a friend... try not to let yourself fall too deeply into isolation. It breeds complacence, and moreover, it's just lonely when you're the only one who feels the full weight of the burden you bear. Hythlodaeus surely must feel the same way.
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Oh, I know it happens.
[There's no resentment in that, really. That Elidibus occasionally kept things from them- that was an element of his station, and one that didn't undermine the trust inherent in him. It was just a touch exasperating this time, and more in the direction of the Warrior of Light being involved in something else in the old world.
And depressing, to think that once they'd reached the modern era, Elidibus had forgotten about the whole thing. They'd both encountered the same fragment of Azem, and had no memory of it until it was all over.]
Even if it would not be for ourselves to see, our stories concluded and sealed, for there to be a chance of an offshoot succeeding where we had failed--
[Emet-Selch is far less stoic about it. This wasn't something he could approach neutrally, without emotion bleeding clear and sharp into it. It's not anger though, not towards Elidibus, or anyone; it's grief most of all.]
If you understand now the preciousness of those memories- then you should understand why I can't let go of mine. In the eons that have passed, I've never forgotten Amaurot, or our people- the reason for our duty. I can no more give that up, than you can the fragments you've regained. For our people, our star- I can recall the point. With you and Lahabrea wasting away into shadows of yourselves, I was the only one who did.
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Perhaps it is that I am attempting to convince myself of it. That the star is worth saving the way it is, despite our unshakable attachment to the past.
[And it worked, at least for a little while.
There's a scratching noise that sounds like his clawed fingers digging into the wood of a desk. It is a quandary as old as time; save an innumerable amount of people for the greater overall good, or one important person you care for on a personal level? So it becomes a question of which they care for more.]
...As I have told you before, I cannot control what actions you take, not am I interested in policing you or Lahabrea. If push comes to shove and you need to come clean to him, do so. But I know you, and I know how fond you became of the Warrior of Light, the ghostly trace of the friend you saw in that soul. If it were simply a matter of which you care about more, I know you would choose Amaurot, but the truth is, you can't just discard one for the other and feel no remorse about the path not taken.
That's the reason you won't tell him, not because you agree with my opinion. And so are we both hesitant to act in either direction.
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[A more irritable tone, more defensive.]
I would choose Amaurot, would elect to have something new to grieve. That hesitation- you say this as though I'm unaware of it. You're revealing nothing more than what I've told you in this same conversation.
[That he neither wanted to erase the current world, or this version of his friend. He would, if it came down to it- if the opportunity actually presented itself. Lahabrea wasn't that opportunity, only the shadow of the possibility of a hope.]
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...Aye. I suppose we three have always been this way, even as Ascians. The only thing we were fully committed to was Zodiark, and He alone. I wonder sometimes whether His will was a stronger driving force than the desire to reclaim the past we were forced to leave behind.
I suppose so long as things stay this way, outside of extenuating circumstances, then I've nothing more to discuss at this time. But, and I ask this as a friend... try not to let yourself fall too deeply into isolation. It breeds complacence, and moreover, it's just lonely when you're the only one who feels the full weight of the burden you bear. Hythlodaeus surely must feel the same way.