[Emet-Selch only half-shrugs at the first statement; he wasn't about to deny it. He also didn't remotely care.]
Yes, I know you're nigh-undeserving of my companionship. Another sign of my matchless generosity.
[Something he manages to say with the usual smug superiority, despite remaining half-seated in a bush. Part of him wondered how the version of himself that knew Rose had managed, but, well- he'd never given the Scions much of a choice in regards to his presence, had he? The Ascian supposed it was natural enough that not every hero possessed the same level of patience.]
It's the fault of the man who put the wards up without warning, if you're insistent on assigning blame. Not that it matters regardless, as I have no interest in gardening.
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Yes, I know you're nigh-undeserving of my companionship. Another sign of my matchless generosity.
[Something he manages to say with the usual smug superiority, despite remaining half-seated in a bush. Part of him wondered how the version of himself that knew Rose had managed, but, well- he'd never given the Scions much of a choice in regards to his presence, had he? The Ascian supposed it was natural enough that not every hero possessed the same level of patience.]
It's the fault of the man who put the wards up without warning, if you're insistent on assigning blame. Not that it matters regardless, as I have no interest in gardening.