[Call out post for Emet-Selch, it seems. Too bad he can't appreciate that reference, not that he would in light of all of this. Of the earnest worry of Hythlodaeus' words, of the admitted resentment towards his work. The onerous path he has been forced to walk down for ages. No time to recover, no time to heal, ever marching forward with a bleeding back as the whip cracks against him again and again and again. Movements so practiced, so rehearsed, he barely has to think of it anymore.
Like a puppet on a string, he dances to the bid of his people's cries, to the hopes and dreams robbed of them far too early. The life they were denied, his master's call to revive Him, to resurrect his people. Their everything upon his shoulders, and he cannot afford to catch his breath, let alone to allow the pain to subside. For their fates would suffer, and so it is his duty to bear that suffering.
And Hythlodaeus would resent such. Would resent what he has to suffer, what he has suffered. What he will continue to suffer. His is a twisted tragedy, but that is merely the price he'll pay for them all.]
...You would rather work towards your own destruction, than be a burden to me? How unlike you, Hythlodaeus.
[It's not meant to be a mean spirited jab, more a comment than anything else. A realization, in a sense, that the changes in him must be great, if Hythlodaeus does not wish to burden him further. That...Hythlodaeus would seek his own end, so that Emet-Selch can carry out his duty without unnecessary weight to his already hefty burden.
He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at how absurdly cruel this has all become. So he does neither. His expression a strange sorrowful simper.]
...I would have you do as you wish--it is all you have ever done. And, if I am to be comforted by, or grateful for, aught at all in this world--in this existence--it would be consistency. Something familiar in a life where I have all but been bereft of any.
So, if that means for you to carry out your scheme, so do it. If this means aught else, well...then carry it out. I do not know if I could live with myself knowing that I have changed the ever sturdy and immutable Hythlodaeus.
[He can live with a lot of things he's done, but marring Hythlodaeus in such a way, disturbing the sanctity of his memory, of his very person...feels like the most egregious sin of all.]
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Like a puppet on a string, he dances to the bid of his people's cries, to the hopes and dreams robbed of them far too early. The life they were denied, his master's call to revive Him, to resurrect his people. Their everything upon his shoulders, and he cannot afford to catch his breath, let alone to allow the pain to subside. For their fates would suffer, and so it is his duty to bear that suffering.
And Hythlodaeus would resent such. Would resent what he has to suffer, what he has suffered. What he will continue to suffer. His is a twisted tragedy, but that is merely the price he'll pay for them all.]
...You would rather work towards your own destruction, than be a burden to me? How unlike you, Hythlodaeus.
[It's not meant to be a mean spirited jab, more a comment than anything else. A realization, in a sense, that the changes in him must be great, if Hythlodaeus does not wish to burden him further. That...Hythlodaeus would seek his own end, so that Emet-Selch can carry out his duty without unnecessary weight to his already hefty burden.
He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at how absurdly cruel this has all become. So he does neither. His expression a strange sorrowful simper.]
...I would have you do as you wish--it is all you have ever done. And, if I am to be comforted by, or grateful for, aught at all in this world--in this existence--it would be consistency. Something familiar in a life where I have all but been bereft of any.
So, if that means for you to carry out your scheme, so do it. If this means aught else, well...then carry it out. I do not know if I could live with myself knowing that I have changed the ever sturdy and immutable Hythlodaeus.
[He can live with a lot of things he's done, but marring Hythlodaeus in such a way, disturbing the sanctity of his memory, of his very person...feels like the most egregious sin of all.]