[ He makes a noise of acknowledgment but otherwise focuses on the same task as Viktor with grim efficiency. Pulling Solus on is not an overly taxing endeavor, but proving his claim with sufficient might and force might be and it wouldn't do to come unprepared to whatever may happen. So he eats mechanically and half-listens to what Viktor says.
The tea, at the very least, is passable. Not the best he's had, but for all of this shard's faults, tea is one of the least pressing. ]
The likelihood of their existence in any way being in any way a boon for us is ridiculously small, so much so as to be insignificant. At best, they are so unaware I need not play the part of Solus more than a day, at worst, they are dedicated to the cause with a religious fervor youth will only exacerbate.
[ My love. Like it's the easiest thing in the world, every single time. Emet-Selch imagines saying them with the same easy and comfort as Viktor does, and finds the taste sours on his tongue. He takes another bite, barely tasting the food. Too much cream cheese spread upon it, he thinks, and then takes another with careful precision to keep the onion from dragging across the cream cheese and making a mess. My love, like his life is not horrifically fleeting in direct contrast. A miserable thing, to have so short a time and spend it on someone unfit, unable to make the most of that time adequately. ]
I do not know them. They are not my friends, my colleagues. [ A pause, Emet-Selch forcibly seeming to take a moment, gentling his tone, the hard stare to something far less anticipatory of antagonism. ] They are, at best, a delay. A distraction from what we must needs accomplish. Gaia, at least, has some sense. But youths left with unchecked powers, no suitable teacher, and stars know what sort of interpretation of their former marching orders is - not ideal.
[ Dangerous, for Viktor. It is not just the necessity of eliminating them. Their families, their friends - all it takes is someone to look into that necessary work a little too hard for a rumor mill to start, for Viktor to find himself in need of explaining himself when he has no involvement in the situation. It is, he supposes, a rather ridiculous turn of events for Azem to be in that position. ]
Tread carefully while I am gone, but do be seen by as many as you are able, ideally as often as you are able. More than one at a time, if you can help it.
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The tea, at the very least, is passable. Not the best he's had, but for all of this shard's faults, tea is one of the least pressing. ]
The likelihood of their existence in any way being in any way a boon for us is ridiculously small, so much so as to be insignificant. At best, they are so unaware I need not play the part of Solus more than a day, at worst, they are dedicated to the cause with a religious fervor youth will only exacerbate.
[ My love. Like it's the easiest thing in the world, every single time. Emet-Selch imagines saying them with the same easy and comfort as Viktor does, and finds the taste sours on his tongue. He takes another bite, barely tasting the food. Too much cream cheese spread upon it, he thinks, and then takes another with careful precision to keep the onion from dragging across the cream cheese and making a mess. My love, like his life is not horrifically fleeting in direct contrast. A miserable thing, to have so short a time and spend it on someone unfit, unable to make the most of that time adequately. ]
I do not know them. They are not my friends, my colleagues. [ A pause, Emet-Selch forcibly seeming to take a moment, gentling his tone, the hard stare to something far less anticipatory of antagonism. ] They are, at best, a delay. A distraction from what we must needs accomplish. Gaia, at least, has some sense. But youths left with unchecked powers, no suitable teacher, and stars know what sort of interpretation of their former marching orders is - not ideal.
[ Dangerous, for Viktor. It is not just the necessity of eliminating them. Their families, their friends - all it takes is someone to look into that necessary work a little too hard for a rumor mill to start, for Viktor to find himself in need of explaining himself when he has no involvement in the situation. It is, he supposes, a rather ridiculous turn of events for Azem to be in that position. ]
Tread carefully while I am gone, but do be seen by as many as you are able, ideally as often as you are able. More than one at a time, if you can help it.