[There was a slow, subdued range of emotion that eased over Emet-Selch’s face; at a different angle, it might have been missed. But like a shimmer over heat, it was there: something soft, something nostalgic, something hopeful, and then something abruptly closed.
Everything she said about Hythlodaeus’ smile was true. He was far too open with himself and while that allowed for people to flock to him, it did affectionately wear on Hades. But that she knew it, that he had been here… it seemed like a lie. Or maybe a fulfillment of hope that he – that they could all – be brought back. If he was here, if he was dreaming, then surely he could be brought back.
But he shook his head.] I will not take part of another place’s lie or mockery. [That reflection wasn’t Hythlodaeus. It wouldn’t even have the glimmer of Sight that Emet-Selch offered him in the reconstructed city, which was more of an homage, a piece to fill the void. This was a mirage built by a House of Mirrors that didn’t even know him.
His skeptical, tired gaze landed on her.] So, he was here, then? In this city? Were others?
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Everything she said about Hythlodaeus’ smile was true. He was far too open with himself and while that allowed for people to flock to him, it did affectionately wear on Hades. But that she knew it, that he had been here… it seemed like a lie. Or maybe a fulfillment of hope that he – that they could all – be brought back. If he was here, if he was dreaming, then surely he could be brought back.
But he shook his head.] I will not take part of another place’s lie or mockery. [That reflection wasn’t Hythlodaeus. It wouldn’t even have the glimmer of Sight that Emet-Selch offered him in the reconstructed city, which was more of an homage, a piece to fill the void. This was a mirage built by a House of Mirrors that didn’t even know him.
His skeptical, tired gaze landed on her.] So, he was here, then? In this city? Were others?