Elaborate? [ Viktor chirrups, brows climbing. He hadn't, really. Not out of any specific desire to obfuscate. Only, people do not typically want the details where their hero is concerned. Better to be a little mysterious, to not seem to have the same doubts and weaknesses that others do - the more mythical, the less real, the better.
Except, Emet-Selch isn't most people. One ear bends as Viktor considers this, him. He has a knack for slipping past topics he mislikes like a dancer in a crowded ballroom, but he did ask this time. It takes Viktor a moment longer to work up to answering properly, and by then, Emet-Selch has moved on.
The theory feels a bit too large for him to digest in one go, but he thinks he gets the gist. He does not expect it - thinks he's wildly misinterpretted for a moment - and then angles his head, curious. ]
So- you do not... wish for another path toward rejoining? I- [ Viktor's mouth flattens as he gathers his thoughts up. ] After our conversation yesterday, about meeting my reflection. I thought that is what you w-wanted. A-and... I wondered if this- the portals, might be a more p-peaceful way to- [ A pause, his brows furrow and he stares at Emet-Selch's hand clasped over his. ] Well, evidently not, I suppose.
[ He gnaws the inside of his cheek, feeling out of his element again. Killing spiders would be vastly preferable. ]
I've nothing left to do down here, no. N-not 'til we've explored modifying the v-veil. I would not want to risk my reflection's soul 'til then. And now that we know right where to find the Sea, we needn't be so f-fussed about keeping the castle lord happy, aye?
[ Consternation fades to a faint, mischievous grin. A brief one, only, because it grows muted a moment later, bearing a beat of silence. ]
Hades, I... feel what I feel. When I reach out, I sense as many souls as there are stars in the sky. So b-bright with potential as to be blinding. I could feel Hydaelyn's lingering influence, that it had been gone long. I could feel it lay out before me near endless, old pinpoints wanting me to lay anchor, calling me to meet them. Like the horizon does, above. [ He stares up at Emet-Selch, brows furrowed. ] I do not know if it was 'all of it', but that is what it f-felt like. And when you- when you told me I was wrong. She woke to my hurt. She reminded me to feel... indignant that you would speak to me like that, just as she does over her star being f-forgotten. I do not know if it was Dynamis or just the way of reflected souls, but-
[ As he speaks, the feeling flares up again, the sort of hurt, of frustration he isn't used to feeling. Viktor's voice grows heated, words spilling out of him and then slowing again as he grasps the reins of his own anger. He stops to breathe, and calm, but firm, he goes on, ] I will thank you not to assume that my soul somehow lacks simply because my body is young.
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Except, Emet-Selch isn't most people. One ear bends as Viktor considers this, him. He has a knack for slipping past topics he mislikes like a dancer in a crowded ballroom, but he did ask this time. It takes Viktor a moment longer to work up to answering properly, and by then, Emet-Selch has moved on.
The theory feels a bit too large for him to digest in one go, but he thinks he gets the gist. He does not expect it - thinks he's wildly misinterpretted for a moment - and then angles his head, curious. ]
So- you do not... wish for another path toward rejoining? I- [ Viktor's mouth flattens as he gathers his thoughts up. ] After our conversation yesterday, about meeting my reflection. I thought that is what you w-wanted. A-and... I wondered if this- the portals, might be a more p-peaceful way to- [ A pause, his brows furrow and he stares at Emet-Selch's hand clasped over his. ] Well, evidently not, I suppose.
[ He gnaws the inside of his cheek, feeling out of his element again. Killing spiders would be vastly preferable. ]
I've nothing left to do down here, no. N-not 'til we've explored modifying the v-veil. I would not want to risk my reflection's soul 'til then. And now that we know right where to find the Sea, we needn't be so f-fussed about keeping the castle lord happy, aye?
[ Consternation fades to a faint, mischievous grin. A brief one, only, because it grows muted a moment later, bearing a beat of silence. ]
Hades, I... feel what I feel. When I reach out, I sense as many souls as there are stars in the sky. So b-bright with potential as to be blinding. I could feel Hydaelyn's lingering influence, that it had been gone long. I could feel it lay out before me near endless, old pinpoints wanting me to lay anchor, calling me to meet them. Like the horizon does, above. [ He stares up at Emet-Selch, brows furrowed. ] I do not know if it was 'all of it', but that is what it f-felt like. And when you- when you told me I was wrong. She woke to my hurt. She reminded me to feel... indignant that you would speak to me like that, just as she does over her star being f-forgotten. I do not know if it was Dynamis or just the way of reflected souls, but-
[ As he speaks, the feeling flares up again, the sort of hurt, of frustration he isn't used to feeling. Viktor's voice grows heated, words spilling out of him and then slowing again as he grasps the reins of his own anger. He stops to breathe, and calm, but firm, he goes on, ] I will thank you not to assume that my soul somehow lacks simply because my body is young.