“I would be dearly disappointed in them. There is little sport in striking down a frail old man.”
His fingers tap against the staff, and he again glances back at the Ascian, expression barely changing even as he simmers a little inside. Emet-Selch does not know the full extent of how many cycles he has been through, how many times he reached out to Felih in an effort to appear his friend, how many times he’s used and betrayed him. His trapping Emet-Selch here was several cycles ago, when he had some hope left.
“Though I do not mean to enrage them so,” he admits. “To see Felih so upset was hard to bear... I only meant to suggest his friend had passed as victim to nothing more than time.” He turns his attention back to Felih in the mirror, dancing around the great brute that was the Lightwarden.
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His fingers tap against the staff, and he again glances back at the Ascian, expression barely changing even as he simmers a little inside. Emet-Selch does not know the full extent of how many cycles he has been through, how many times he reached out to Felih in an effort to appear his friend, how many times he’s used and betrayed him. His trapping Emet-Selch here was several cycles ago, when he had some hope left.
“Though I do not mean to enrage them so,” he admits. “To see Felih so upset was hard to bear... I only meant to suggest his friend had passed as victim to nothing more than time.” He turns his attention back to Felih in the mirror, dancing around the great brute that was the Lightwarden.