[ He sounds so exhausted. Even as he plans for the future, maps out every possibility and bad end, still, he keeps one foot in the past. The sigh that escapes Viktor is soft, fond. It tugs one corner of his mouth up, setting a crooked smile on his face. ]
Aye, and have you actually tried b-bragging? Mayhap to Beq Lugg? Oh, or Hancock. [ Their little home in the Crystarium is full of frighteningly brilliant minds, Viktor knows. ] You are not... an emperor, a legatus, a courtier anymore. When you spoke before, aye, the people listened. But authority m-muddles the message. You are just Emet-Selch, the sorcerer, a fellow survivor, now. [ Viktor knocks his head to the side, into his shoulder, ears flopping. ] Mayhap it is worth another t-try?
[ His smile settles when Emet-Selch explains himself. Viktor cards the hand not presently being traced and toyed with through his hair. It seems to Viktor that everything they do is untested, unknown, unsafe. The people of the star have been mapping new territory since Elidibus was toppled and history's three guiding hands were finally eliminated.
This is his chance. To be more than an errand boy for those with bigger, better ideas. To connect to what he was and claim full rights to his own soul. To never, never again deprive a reflection of his soul of their right to thrive. He will take it. Fearlessly. ]
A warning heard and heeded. [ With a shift of his hand, Viktor closes his fingers around Emet-Selch's palm. ] But I am not worried. Not if this is a step on the path to Meteion. T-to... becoming more me, without losing them. I... want this, and so, strong currents, gale winds, or soaring mountain peaks, it matters not. I will swim, I will walk, I will climb. And should you find yourself dragged under, I will fetch you, and bring you with me.
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Aye, and have you actually tried b-bragging? Mayhap to Beq Lugg? Oh, or Hancock. [ Their little home in the Crystarium is full of frighteningly brilliant minds, Viktor knows. ] You are not... an emperor, a legatus, a courtier anymore. When you spoke before, aye, the people listened. But authority m-muddles the message. You are just Emet-Selch, the sorcerer, a fellow survivor, now. [ Viktor knocks his head to the side, into his shoulder, ears flopping. ] Mayhap it is worth another t-try?
[ His smile settles when Emet-Selch explains himself. Viktor cards the hand not presently being traced and toyed with through his hair. It seems to Viktor that everything they do is untested, unknown, unsafe. The people of the star have been mapping new territory since Elidibus was toppled and history's three guiding hands were finally eliminated.
This is his chance. To be more than an errand boy for those with bigger, better ideas. To connect to what he was and claim full rights to his own soul. To never, never again deprive a reflection of his soul of their right to thrive. He will take it. Fearlessly. ]
A warning heard and heeded. [ With a shift of his hand, Viktor closes his fingers around Emet-Selch's palm. ] But I am not worried. Not if this is a step on the path to Meteion. T-to... becoming more me, without losing them. I... want this, and so, strong currents, gale winds, or soaring mountain peaks, it matters not. I will swim, I will walk, I will climb. And should you find yourself dragged under, I will fetch you, and bring you with me.