[What a pleasant kiss. Hansa smiles as he leans back, opening his eye to look at Emet-Selch, but what he sees makes his smile disappear in a trace.]
[Its a lot to take in. Everything, from the darkened the backdrop, the thrumming of the heat of the battle, between an Emet-Selch who laughs in the other's faces, laughs in the face of grief, of anguish, and the obvious pain and desperation of the people he faces, determined to save themselves from this...menace. This man, this being already poised to finish his deeds, and seal their fates to guarantee his own.]
[The King of the Underworld, of course - thinks Hansa, momentarily, before the man transforms into...something that briefly takes his breath away. And then the impossible fight. Matched against equals, light against the open jaw of the dark. And after all of that, after every effort, Emet-Selch, the man who he remembers sitting patiently at the kitchen table, teaching a young boy equations to help him do better in school, descends like a demon. Hansa's heart feels like its ripping - because its him, its him still, and yet he's about to kill them, destroy them all, give his anguish form-]
[And then the light pierces, like a knife, and...]
[In a quiet moment, and a light smile, its over.]
[The remnants of hope, and sorrow, and still yet, a belief in the future.]
[Hansa blinks as the memory fades. Emet-Selch is here again, with no wound through his chest. He's already lived ten years in what feels like no time at all, but this time, he feels like he's experienced millennia in a moment. His emotions rise to the surface.]
Those weren't shades you were trying to destroy-!
[Is his first reaction - his expression pained, sharp, because of course, its hardly like Emet-Selch lied to him, he didn't, but it was because in his perspective, that's what they were, weren't they? Until...until...]
[He lets the tension recede, like a wave. His hands clutch the other's shoulders, glad for the reminder that he's physically there.]
...But you understood that at the end. I think you did. I...hope you did.
[That despite everything, those were people too. That they were worthy, of carrying a dying history.]
[Hansa shakes his head, his voice quiet.]
Oh, Emet-Selch...the world on your shoulders has been quite the burden, hasn't it?
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[Its a lot to take in. Everything, from the darkened the backdrop, the thrumming of the heat of the battle, between an Emet-Selch who laughs in the other's faces, laughs in the face of grief, of anguish, and the obvious pain and desperation of the people he faces, determined to save themselves from this...menace. This man, this being already poised to finish his deeds, and seal their fates to guarantee his own.]
[The King of the Underworld, of course - thinks Hansa, momentarily, before the man transforms into...something that briefly takes his breath away. And then the impossible fight. Matched against equals, light against the open jaw of the dark. And after all of that, after every effort, Emet-Selch, the man who he remembers sitting patiently at the kitchen table, teaching a young boy equations to help him do better in school, descends like a demon. Hansa's heart feels like its ripping - because its him, its him still, and yet he's about to kill them, destroy them all, give his anguish form-]
[And then the light pierces, like a knife, and...]
[In a quiet moment, and a light smile, its over.]
[The remnants of hope, and sorrow, and still yet, a belief in the future.]
[Hansa blinks as the memory fades. Emet-Selch is here again, with no wound through his chest. He's already lived ten years in what feels like no time at all, but this time, he feels like he's experienced millennia in a moment. His emotions rise to the surface.]
Those weren't shades you were trying to destroy-!
[Is his first reaction - his expression pained, sharp, because of course, its hardly like Emet-Selch lied to him, he didn't, but it was because in his perspective, that's what they were, weren't they? Until...until...]
[He lets the tension recede, like a wave. His hands clutch the other's shoulders, glad for the reminder that he's physically there.]
...But you understood that at the end. I think you did. I...hope you did.
[That despite everything, those were people too. That they were worthy, of carrying a dying history.]
[Hansa shakes his head, his voice quiet.]
Oh, Emet-Selch...the world on your shoulders has been quite the burden, hasn't it?