[ ...tired, yeah. he doesn't expand more on his next thought beyond the statement itself; ]
... Though I am certainly far older than I look, I am not anywhere close to as old as Emet-Selch is. [ and this was a point between them often - emet managed to needle at xie lian at the beginning because of it, though he decided he was going to continue to be optimistic and stupid no matter what - but immortality is immortality. and, if there's one thing he understands, it's this; xie lian's voice quiets a little further, and he gives hyth a soft, sad smile if he looks.
(as he remembers, emet's story about his son.) ]
...It is a terribly lonely thing.
[ eight hundred years of solitude, after tremendous tragedy and loss, was never something xie lian enjoyed. he just existed, until san lang came along. he can only imagine what it's like to be alone for emet had, and his heart aches for the two of them. ]
I think... and perhaps this comes from recognition and similarity, but... it will always be easier to think - "if it were me." [ the smile goes a little wan, there, and xie lian scratches his cheek. same hat! ] Either road that you could have taken would have ended in sorrow, to match the light your opportunity gave.
So - I think it will be difficult to step away from wondering, even if we know it to be logical. [ the same hat is too real!!
the wanness fades away, to a smile of warmth and kindness; of kindred spirits and recognition. ] But, if I have learned anything, it is that what is done is done, and it is ever important to hold onto the smaller, happier memories as much as it is our own concerns and care for those around us.
So... if you'd like to ponder on it, I'd be happy to listen - or, if you'd simply like to recount tales of lighter times, or hear similar of the ones that I know, I'm happy for that, too.
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... Though I am certainly far older than I look, I am not anywhere close to as old as Emet-Selch is. [ and this was a point between them often - emet managed to needle at xie lian at the beginning because of it, though he decided he was going to continue to be optimistic and stupid no matter what - but immortality is immortality. and, if there's one thing he understands, it's this; xie lian's voice quiets a little further, and he gives hyth a soft, sad smile if he looks.
(as he remembers, emet's story about his son.) ]
...It is a terribly lonely thing.
[ eight hundred years of solitude, after tremendous tragedy and loss, was never something xie lian enjoyed. he just existed, until san lang came along. he can only imagine what it's like to be alone for emet had, and his heart aches for the two of them. ]
I think... and perhaps this comes from recognition and similarity, but... it will always be easier to think - "if it were me." [ the smile goes a little wan, there, and xie lian scratches his cheek. same hat! ] Either road that you could have taken would have ended in sorrow, to match the light your opportunity gave.
So - I think it will be difficult to step away from wondering, even if we know it to be logical. [ the same hat is too real!!
the wanness fades away, to a smile of warmth and kindness; of kindred spirits and recognition. ] But, if I have learned anything, it is that what is done is done, and it is ever important to hold onto the smaller, happier memories as much as it is our own concerns and care for those around us.
So... if you'd like to ponder on it, I'd be happy to listen - or, if you'd simply like to recount tales of lighter times, or hear similar of the ones that I know, I'm happy for that, too.