he can't say he wouldn't have done the same. xie lian would have in a heartbeat. it's so oppositional to xie lian's knowing and the name - azem is one he's heard before, too, even if only in memories forcibly shared.
his respect for hythlodaeus solidified, and empathetic heart aching for the person he came to know, xie lian folds his hands together and looks away, expression pulling into a small, soft smile. ]
... A choice made of your own volition, too, it sounds like. [ much to emet's displeasure, he can imagine. ] He... from what I know, he has certainly lived a long time to continue such work. Though, of this Azem... it is a name I've heard before, but I can't tell you much of it beyond that.
[ he could, maybe. the fractured soul. the new version of an old friend. but he can't be the one to drop the news that he does know - that while emet-selch may have survived the realm, xie lian felt the way the light pulled him free of the sway of the very zodiark said before, and the way he faded from existence.
(once, there was a prince who built a bridge to the heavens, to save his people and bring them to the sky.)
he takes a breath, and there's a soft sadness to his words, the weight heavy like a cloak, even as his small smile remains. ]
... There is someone here that I know who - went through something of a similar fate. She is healthy and hale here, and must have been in her strange game. But, to me... her fate has changed in ways that I was stunned, to know she was even alive. It doesn't seem that odd of an occurrence, in this space.
[ ... ]
...And, truthfully - such moments outside of time are a blessing, no matter what we all return to.
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he can't say he wouldn't have done the same. xie lian would have in a heartbeat. it's so oppositional to xie lian's knowing and the name - azem is one he's heard before, too, even if only in memories forcibly shared.
his respect for hythlodaeus solidified, and empathetic heart aching for the person he came to know, xie lian folds his hands together and looks away, expression pulling into a small, soft smile. ]
... A choice made of your own volition, too, it sounds like. [ much to emet's displeasure, he can imagine. ] He... from what I know, he has certainly lived a long time to continue such work. Though, of this Azem... it is a name I've heard before, but I can't tell you much of it beyond that.
[ he could, maybe. the fractured soul. the new version of an old friend. but he can't be the one to drop the news that he does know - that while emet-selch may have survived the realm, xie lian felt the way the light pulled him free of the sway of the very zodiark said before, and the way he faded from existence.
(once, there was a prince who built a bridge to the heavens, to save his people and bring them to the sky.)
he takes a breath, and there's a soft sadness to his words, the weight heavy like a cloak, even as his small smile remains. ]
... There is someone here that I know who - went through something of a similar fate. She is healthy and hale here, and must have been in her strange game. But, to me... her fate has changed in ways that I was stunned, to know she was even alive. It doesn't seem that odd of an occurrence, in this space.
[ ... ]
...And, truthfully - such moments outside of time are a blessing, no matter what we all return to.