[he sighs as he crouches down to offer a hand to the cat. emet-selch might not want to be responsible for him or consider him his own, but the creature is pleasant enough.]
I knew, really. That it was not worth attachment. It rarely is worthwhile with humanity. And yet I had not expected it to prove true so swiftly, nor in such a way.
There is nothing to say he would have. Had he never died, he may well have passed young for any number of reasons-- but the chance for that was gone from the very beginning.
[treasure can have some pets... it's easier to let part of his focus be on this.]
[He hates this, because he could see it both ways. Life is precious. Its good, to have life, to enjoy the day and what it brings. Death is a cruel end. But at the same time...what would it matter, if that life didn't mean anything at all?]
[He folds his arms.]
It might not be a blessing, but its something...I don't know. I just don't know. All I understand is that...he was happy with us, despite what he knew.
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[he sighs as he crouches down to offer a hand to the cat. emet-selch might not want to be responsible for him or consider him his own, but the creature is pleasant enough.]
I knew, really. That it was not worth attachment. It rarely is worthwhile with humanity. And yet I had not expected it to prove true so swiftly, nor in such a way.
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Honestly, attachment, no attachment...it's just unfair. Why him? He could've lived a long and happy life and he was just...
[He makes a displeased noise, scowling.]
Used for a purpose.
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[treasure can have some pets... it's easier to let part of his focus be on this.]
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[He hates to admit it, but Emet is right.]
Because he died, as a boy, exploring ruins he wasn't supposed to be in.
[He stares off somewhere, his expression solemn.]
At least...he was able to live. Even if it was like that.
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[a shake of his head, as he stops petting the cat for now.]
I would not count it a blessing, Hansa.
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[He hates this, because he could see it both ways. Life is precious. Its good, to have life, to enjoy the day and what it brings. Death is a cruel end. But at the same time...what would it matter, if that life didn't mean anything at all?]
[He folds his arms.]
It might not be a blessing, but its something...I don't know. I just don't know. All I understand is that...he was happy with us, despite what he knew.