[ It is, he supposes, a relief that he hasn't overtly wronged this specific version of Azem. He has in a broader sense - he is absolutely responsible in part or in whole for tangential suffering they might have run into, but this version was not one he was familiar with in the same way as others. If they were - if she knew of him, Emet-Selch wonders if she would usher Viktor to a different reaction to his presence here. ]
Do you intend to elaborate on that at all?
[ Cryptic is, Emet-Selch thinks, more of an Aepymetes tack than one that Viktor takes terribly often. While it is not upsetting to hear words that angle more toward Aepymetes own than Viktor's, Emet-Selch wonders if the other man is even aware of it to begin with. If it's partially due to his closeness with this version of the soul, or something else entirely. ]
I'm well aware of your thoughts on the shards. [ His tone isn't critical, it is fond, accepting Viktor's idle petting, erasing wrinkles that do not exist. ] You needn't justify yourself, I understand perfectly well what you mean. The point I was attempting to make is simply that not unlike the voidsent on the ruined shard, these...shards of souls are drawn to those brighter, larger, whether it is their intent or not. 'Tis no small part of why one would see such drastic changes in a soul were we to implement the portals within the aetherial sea. At a certain point, a soul's....denseness becomes unwieldy. It must shed parts and pieces of itself lest it grow too gravid.
[ Viktor didn't ask for a lecture on the implications of portals, though, he came here for a purpose. Emet-Selch sighs, catching one of Viktor's hands in his where it rests over his heart. ]
Is there aught else you wished to accomplish while down here? I may return to finalize this space further, but that may take no small amount of time and you needn't wait here for it to occur.
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Do you intend to elaborate on that at all?
[ Cryptic is, Emet-Selch thinks, more of an Aepymetes tack than one that Viktor takes terribly often. While it is not upsetting to hear words that angle more toward Aepymetes own than Viktor's, Emet-Selch wonders if the other man is even aware of it to begin with. If it's partially due to his closeness with this version of the soul, or something else entirely. ]
I'm well aware of your thoughts on the shards. [ His tone isn't critical, it is fond, accepting Viktor's idle petting, erasing wrinkles that do not exist. ] You needn't justify yourself, I understand perfectly well what you mean. The point I was attempting to make is simply that not unlike the voidsent on the ruined shard, these...shards of souls are drawn to those brighter, larger, whether it is their intent or not. 'Tis no small part of why one would see such drastic changes in a soul were we to implement the portals within the aetherial sea. At a certain point, a soul's....denseness becomes unwieldy. It must shed parts and pieces of itself lest it grow too gravid.
[ Viktor didn't ask for a lecture on the implications of portals, though, he came here for a purpose. Emet-Selch sighs, catching one of Viktor's hands in his where it rests over his heart. ]
Is there aught else you wished to accomplish while down here? I may return to finalize this space further, but that may take no small amount of time and you needn't wait here for it to occur.