Hythlodaeus’ words do not come as a complete surprise, the synchrony had given away most of it after all. But still, to hear them spoken so clearly and not leaving ay doubt, and to know it had been for so long, it warms his heart to hear.
“I thought perhaps I was the only one.” Holding their hands together tightly, Emet-Selch steps closer, to allow their foreheads to rest together seeing as nobody else is around. “It’s obvious there is something there now, but our previous time together was so long ago that I could no longer tell what was really there, and what I came to believe due to so much time reminiscing over the past and what could have been.”
Nothing left unsaid. Seeing as they are in this conversation, they should have it in its entirety. Emet -Selch pauses, lifting his head up in order to speak clearly, still holding their hands together firmly.
“You said it helped you on the moon. The truth is, the memories of our friendship were one of the few things I had left after everything was sundered. I told you earlier I missed you. I did not say how much.”
If he ever finds out later the reason for these current sentiments, he may actually be thankful for Malachite and the feelings of love they shared throughout the city. He may not have shared these thoughts otherwise, but it feels like such a relief to let them out in the open.
“I mourned the loss of our friendship and regretted how I downplayed it far too often. How, when asked, I would call you annoying but honestly that persistence was endearing. I realized what I felt was not simply friendship but more akin to love.”
And since they are letting it all out, he figures he may as well speak of the other thing that still weighs on his mind. However in the moment, it feels slightly awkward to discuss it. Emet-Selch is rarely embarrassed over things, especially these days, but he cannot help the dwelling sense of shame attached to it, especially once the memories of Ellis returned to them. Enough so that he finally drops Hythlodaeus’ hands from his own, choosing to instead lean on the balcony and observe the cityscape as he continues.
“In that time I spent far too long wondering to myself how you would act in any given situation, or what you would say to it. Sometimes it was not just imagination and I would simply act that way myself. Everything we were told on Elpis, happened. I filled a city with our dead. And you were there too. A shameful mockery, but it did not matter to me. I just wanted to see you again, to speak to you.”
One, last final declaration, relative to both the past and the preset they have witnessed. He turns to face Hythlodaeus once more, taking hold of one of his hands.
“I would have done anything to bring you back. I tried near everything. But nobody shall take you again, no matter what the fates or gods of this place have in mind. I will not allow it.”
One last thing:
“...Don’t breath a word of any of this to anyone I’m warning you. Especially not to Azem. I did not say a word.” It’s already enough that he’s even admitting to all of this, never mind letting anyone else know of it too.
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“I thought perhaps I was the only one.” Holding their hands together tightly, Emet-Selch steps closer, to allow their foreheads to rest together seeing as nobody else is around. “It’s obvious there is something there now, but our previous time together was so long ago that I could no longer tell what was really there, and what I came to believe due to so much time reminiscing over the past and what could have been.”
Nothing left unsaid. Seeing as they are in this conversation, they should have it in its entirety. Emet -Selch pauses, lifting his head up in order to speak clearly, still holding their hands together firmly.
“You said it helped you on the moon. The truth is, the memories of our friendship were one of the few things I had left after everything was sundered. I told you earlier I missed you. I did not say how much.”
If he ever finds out later the reason for these current sentiments, he may actually be thankful for Malachite and the feelings of love they shared throughout the city. He may not have shared these thoughts otherwise, but it feels like such a relief to let them out in the open.
“I mourned the loss of our friendship and regretted how I downplayed it far too often. How, when asked, I would call you annoying but honestly that persistence was endearing. I realized what I felt was not simply friendship but more akin to love.”
And since they are letting it all out, he figures he may as well speak of the other thing that still weighs on his mind. However in the moment, it feels slightly awkward to discuss it. Emet-Selch is rarely embarrassed over things, especially these days, but he cannot help the dwelling sense of shame attached to it, especially once the memories of Ellis returned to them. Enough so that he finally drops Hythlodaeus’ hands from his own, choosing to instead lean on the balcony and observe the cityscape as he continues.
“In that time I spent far too long wondering to myself how you would act in any given situation, or what you would say to it. Sometimes it was not just imagination and I would simply act that way myself. Everything we were told on Elpis, happened. I filled a city with our dead. And you were there too. A shameful mockery, but it did not matter to me. I just wanted to see you again, to speak to you.”
One, last final declaration, relative to both the past and the preset they have witnessed. He turns to face Hythlodaeus once more, taking hold of one of his hands.
“I would have done anything to bring you back. I tried near everything. But nobody shall take you again, no matter what the fates or gods of this place have in mind. I will not allow it.”
One last thing:
“...Don’t breath a word of any of this to anyone I’m warning you. Especially not to Azem. I did not say a word.” It’s already enough that he’s even admitting to all of this, never mind letting anyone else know of it too.