[It's a response that draws a blink, clearly not expecting that answer. And a quiet look to follow, eyes drifting to the side, to a space somewhere beyond Amal's head. It was- a different answer.
Not pity, nor a halfhearted-guilt of self-centered inclination. Oddly proactive. Though the Ascian remains deeply disturbed at the seemingly universal constant that his death provided him rest, Amal's expression of it earns a nod of acknowledgement, attention returning to the smaller man's face.]
Will they? Well... I'll wish you better luck than I at that. I could certainly use the break.
[He decides not to clarify that he hadn't yet met that apparent and impending rest. Though still serious, his voice attempts a more mild lilt.]
But for the time being, it seems we share a world once more. For a singular mercy, it's not one that requires your personal heroism to save it, nor does it warrant any ruinous attentions from my kind.
[That is to say, they weren't necessarily in conflict now. Something Emet-Selch had a harder time reminding himself of, these days, but- if nothing else, he was learning that all of these Warriors were different, despite originating from the same person.
So who was this hero? Perhaps one day he'd learn better and give up trying to find out- but yet here he was again, staring down this Amal, conflicted and resentful and tired above all, and yet... wondering of him, nonetheless.]
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Not pity, nor a halfhearted-guilt of self-centered inclination. Oddly proactive. Though the Ascian remains deeply disturbed at the seemingly universal constant that his death provided him rest, Amal's expression of it earns a nod of acknowledgement, attention returning to the smaller man's face.]
Will they? Well... I'll wish you better luck than I at that. I could certainly use the break.
[He decides not to clarify that he hadn't yet met that apparent and impending rest. Though still serious, his voice attempts a more mild lilt.]
But for the time being, it seems we share a world once more. For a singular mercy, it's not one that requires your personal heroism to save it, nor does it warrant any ruinous attentions from my kind.
[That is to say, they weren't necessarily in conflict now. Something Emet-Selch had a harder time reminding himself of, these days, but- if nothing else, he was learning that all of these Warriors were different, despite originating from the same person.
So who was this hero? Perhaps one day he'd learn better and give up trying to find out- but yet here he was again, staring down this Amal, conflicted and resentful and tired above all, and yet... wondering of him, nonetheless.]