"You've just described the problem perfectly." He pauses, grim. "That's why I can't trust you. Or me."
He hasn't finished his drink yet. But after saying that, he raises it to his lips and sips from it... and keeps doing so, in lieu of speaking any more. There's really nothing else to say. He's got a much clearer picture of things now.
Unfortunately, that picture looks like this.
A stalemate on a rooftop, his face red and ears raw from the freezing temperatures. He knows from experience that no matter how ill he feels, how bottomless a pit has opened in his stomach or below his heart or under him in entirety, he won't really look any different. Right now it's almost comforting.
With the information Dirk had broken to him, Emet had removed Hythlodaeus from the conversation himself. It had felt like a chance, a possibility of some kind. But then Dirk let Hythlodaeus back in, and he knows that Hythlodaeus speaks Emet's language. They speak each other's language--
Dirk speaks Emet's language, too, but in a different way. It's a different tongue. And he allowed Hythlodaeus to return, but he cannot take Hythlodaeus back out again.
Like fallen logs against the cliffs and river banks, we will only fit together after we have borne the wearing force of the rapids and the friction between us. It is neither random chance nor serendipitous luck that Hades and I know one another's souls so well.
He set the two of them back up together.
He sets the mug down in the snow next to Hylodaeus'.
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He hasn't finished his drink yet. But after saying that, he raises it to his lips and sips from it... and keeps doing so, in lieu of speaking any more. There's really nothing else to say. He's got a much clearer picture of things now.
Unfortunately, that picture looks like this.
A stalemate on a rooftop, his face red and ears raw from the freezing temperatures. He knows from experience that no matter how ill he feels, how bottomless a pit has opened in his stomach or below his heart or under him in entirety, he won't really look any different. Right now it's almost comforting.
With the information Dirk had broken to him, Emet had removed Hythlodaeus from the conversation himself. It had felt like a chance, a possibility of some kind. But then Dirk let Hythlodaeus back in, and he knows that Hythlodaeus speaks Emet's language. They speak each other's language--
Dirk speaks Emet's language, too, but in a different way. It's a different tongue. And he allowed Hythlodaeus to return, but he cannot take Hythlodaeus back out again.
Like fallen logs against the cliffs and river banks, we will only fit together after we have borne the wearing force of the rapids and the friction between us. It is neither random chance nor serendipitous luck that Hades and I know one another's souls so well.
He set the two of them back up together.
He sets the mug down in the snow next to Hylodaeus'.
"Thanks for the drink."