Elidibus trails after Hythlodaeus looking more than a little lost, his diminutive form only emphasizing that fact. There is much to be seen in his wandering eyes - obscured by mask though they are, the beaked covering betrays his gaze - posture far more open than it has been since time untold. There is wonder hidden amongst his composure, still held to with the grip of a man drowning at sea. The Emissary is drowning, in a way, memories regained still needing to be sorted through.
By His Dark Grace, he had lost so much time.
But now, it had been found. Somehow. He had died for his failures, dissipating after the flash of memory and endless grief. And loss, so, so much loss. Their city, their people, their world. The knowledge lapped at his neck, threatening to overtake him with every breath, renewed in its entirety.
And Hades had borne it all this time. Alone.
So when Hythlodaeus leads him into their abode, when pale eyes fall upon a familiar form-
There was no option for Elidibus, save for one.
He strides forward and pulls Emet-Selch into a crushing embrace, voice choked taut with the strain of everything.
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By His Dark Grace, he had lost so much time.
But now, it had been found. Somehow. He had died for his failures, dissipating after the flash of memory and endless grief. And loss, so, so much loss. Their city, their people, their world. The knowledge lapped at his neck, threatening to overtake him with every breath, renewed in its entirety.
And Hades had borne it all this time. Alone.
So when Hythlodaeus leads him into their abode, when pale eyes fall upon a familiar form-
There was no option for Elidibus, save for one.
He strides forward and pulls Emet-Selch into a crushing embrace, voice choked taut with the strain of everything.
"Hades."