Hythlodaeus had to swallow away the tightening of his throat. It was a different story, but also achingly familiar.
He let out a soft breath.
"But you found love on the way, too, did you not? Not the love you were seeking, but love all the same?"
At least Hythlodaeus hoped so.
Another breath.
"Mischief is how Azem deals with the sadness, with missing the people he misses, with the memory of the ones he couldn't save. The adventure... It really is looking for the one person nobody else can save."
And, with as much time as the three of them had had together, he knew that Emet-Selch's frustration with him was really another form of attention, of affection. Important for them both.
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Hythlodaeus had to swallow away the tightening of his throat. It was a different story, but also achingly familiar.
He let out a soft breath.
"But you found love on the way, too, did you not? Not the love you were seeking, but love all the same?"
At least Hythlodaeus hoped so.
Another breath.
"Mischief is how Azem deals with the sadness, with missing the people he misses, with the memory of the ones he couldn't save. The adventure... It really is looking for the one person nobody else can save."
And, with as much time as the three of them had had together, he knew that Emet-Selch's frustration with him was really another form of attention, of affection. Important for them both.