Oh, certainly. Never one to leave well enough alone.
[ There's far less bitterness in his tone than he expects there to be, though. Of course Hydaelyn would speak to her chosen, of course they would build these ridiculous little paths down to her, unknowing of the ones that existed before, and unable to simply transport themselves within. Why she had not simply had her chosen attuned to the Mothercrystal to expedite the process, he doesn't know. Were he in her position, it is what he would have done, saving countless years of effort digging down into nothingness, making cobweb-encrusted little tunnels like animals.
He cannot make sense of her whims, though, and to attempt to feels like a losing battle. Viktor stills, like he can feel Emet-Selch having paused, and Emet-Selch measures the response, coming closer, watching Viktor start back up again. He can feel it, then, some intangible thing that gives away Emet-Selch's presence. This, too, is pleasing in a way he doesn't expect, and he reaches back out to grasp Viktor's hand loosely. ]
That may not be a solution you will like. What you suggest is, in effect, a rejoining.
[ One they'd considered, long ago in the past. If they could not rejoin the shards, Lahabrea had suggested Emet-Selch rejoin the seas instead, forcibly causing a rejoining through them. Emet-Selch had objected, with no hesitation. While it would serve their ends, to fundamentally alter the aetherial sea put far too much at risk; there was no telling what could go wrong if they did such a thing. To say nothing of Hydaelyn Herself; she would fight them, undoubtedly.
And where would the partially rejoined souls go? What would happen to them if they were to mix and meld with pieces, fragments not their own? Lahabrea had not liked the answer, had dedicated no small amount of time to making his own underlings do research as if Emet-Selch would not stop him the moment he got too ambitious for his own good, and Eldibus had left the two of them to sort themselves out, recusing himself from petty arguments. ]
The risk with joining the seas as opposed to the area above is one cannot control how the souls would...meld. Fragments calling to each other without rhyme or reason, a cup filled to bursting suddenly with holes scattered about, dribbling the Sea, risking spillage - no. No veil would protect them from aught that could occur; we may cause more damage than we could ever expect.
[ The walls open up, still murky and dark and Emet-Selch sighs, snapping more ghostly lights to illuminate the path forward. This close to the sea, the air hums with magic, almost thick with it, so much so that if he concentrates, it feels like attempting to walk through syrup. ]
For all that She styled Herself and Her minions as of light she certainly seemed to have an aversion to putting any in her little tunnels down.
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[ There's far less bitterness in his tone than he expects there to be, though. Of course Hydaelyn would speak to her chosen, of course they would build these ridiculous little paths down to her, unknowing of the ones that existed before, and unable to simply transport themselves within. Why she had not simply had her chosen attuned to the Mothercrystal to expedite the process, he doesn't know. Were he in her position, it is what he would have done, saving countless years of effort digging down into nothingness, making cobweb-encrusted little tunnels like animals.
He cannot make sense of her whims, though, and to attempt to feels like a losing battle. Viktor stills, like he can feel Emet-Selch having paused, and Emet-Selch measures the response, coming closer, watching Viktor start back up again. He can feel it, then, some intangible thing that gives away Emet-Selch's presence. This, too, is pleasing in a way he doesn't expect, and he reaches back out to grasp Viktor's hand loosely. ]
That may not be a solution you will like. What you suggest is, in effect, a rejoining.
[ One they'd considered, long ago in the past. If they could not rejoin the shards, Lahabrea had suggested Emet-Selch rejoin the seas instead, forcibly causing a rejoining through them. Emet-Selch had objected, with no hesitation. While it would serve their ends, to fundamentally alter the aetherial sea put far too much at risk; there was no telling what could go wrong if they did such a thing. To say nothing of Hydaelyn Herself; she would fight them, undoubtedly.
And where would the partially rejoined souls go? What would happen to them if they were to mix and meld with pieces, fragments not their own? Lahabrea had not liked the answer, had dedicated no small amount of time to making his own underlings do research as if Emet-Selch would not stop him the moment he got too ambitious for his own good, and Eldibus had left the two of them to sort themselves out, recusing himself from petty arguments. ]
The risk with joining the seas as opposed to the area above is one cannot control how the souls would...meld. Fragments calling to each other without rhyme or reason, a cup filled to bursting suddenly with holes scattered about, dribbling the Sea, risking spillage - no. No veil would protect them from aught that could occur; we may cause more damage than we could ever expect.
[ The walls open up, still murky and dark and Emet-Selch sighs, snapping more ghostly lights to illuminate the path forward. This close to the sea, the air hums with magic, almost thick with it, so much so that if he concentrates, it feels like attempting to walk through syrup. ]
For all that She styled Herself and Her minions as of light she certainly seemed to have an aversion to putting any in her little tunnels down.