[as he listens, he thinks that he was probably right about taking his mask off. he feels comfortable, around xie lian, and he wonders if emet did too.]
I would be happy to do any of those things. [hythlodaeus says finally, tilting his head back.]
You are not entirely incorrect. Perhaps there would have been sorrow, pain, but I would much rather have had carried the burden of it.
[he glances down at his feet - where the shoebill has just appeared? it's just here now. it's still ignoring the both of them, but when hythlodaeus reaches down to stroke the top of its head, it doesn't move away.]
In any case. I have plenty of happy memories involving him, despite his nature. My hope is that some of what I remember survived the long years.
[a beat, and then a small laugh:] I've not even any idea where to start.
[ xie lian makes a soft noise of agreement, as hyth describes carrying the burden, because he feels exactly the same. he's carried the burden, after all - and it's only recently that he's tried to carry it a little less, because of how much it hurts san lang.
but, he's happy to let the conversation slide to the new topic, allowing hyth a moment to think.
... and then scoots a little closer to him. this energy. ]
How old were the two of you when you met? You said children, and - truthfully, it's almost hard for me to imagine Emet-Selch as a child! What sort of young man was he?
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I would be happy to do any of those things. [hythlodaeus says finally, tilting his head back.]
You are not entirely incorrect. Perhaps there would have been sorrow, pain, but I would much rather have had carried the burden of it.
[he glances down at his feet - where the shoebill has just appeared? it's just here now. it's still ignoring the both of them, but when hythlodaeus reaches down to stroke the top of its head, it doesn't move away.]
In any case. I have plenty of happy memories involving him, despite his nature. My hope is that some of what I remember survived the long years.
[a beat, and then a small laugh:] I've not even any idea where to start.
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but, he's happy to let the conversation slide to the new topic, allowing hyth a moment to think.
... and then scoots a little closer to him. this energy. ]
How old were the two of you when you met? You said children, and - truthfully, it's almost hard for me to imagine Emet-Selch as a child! What sort of young man was he?