[It's simple, yes, but sometimes simple messages of the heart are the most powerful, and this one has stricken Emet-Selch in particular. His heart has ached for eons without counting, and never has it truly dulled, but how it intensifies hearing this summary of the play, of this friendship that would endure hardship for the sake of that bond, of that companionship.
It makes him think of Azem, and it makes his heart hurt. He's quiet as he holds Hythlodaeus in his arms, resting his head against his as he thinks the little summary over.]
It's beautiful.
[He finally says, little more than a whisper. Look, plays fucking get to him.]
I shall look forward to seeing the rest on that ridiculous and tiny stage.
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It makes him think of Azem, and it makes his heart hurt. He's quiet as he holds Hythlodaeus in his arms, resting his head against his as he thinks the little summary over.]
It's beautiful.
[He finally says, little more than a whisper. Look, plays fucking get to him.]
I shall look forward to seeing the rest on that ridiculous and tiny stage.