Emet-Selch rests his forehead against his friend's shoulder. After so long of struggling with heartbreak after heartbreak, this makes the possibility of knitting those pieces together again seem possible one day. One day...If he is able to remake it all and return what he loves most to the world.
He can feel the sorrow bubble up within him as he is given such a comforting squeeze, and it's a sentiment he provides in kind. His friend - and world - are gone and this is nothing more than a comforting illusion. Yet he still holds onto him as thought its the last shred of happiness that exists in the world.
Not to say illusions did not have their merits. With being here, he feels like he can gather enough strength to continue walking a lonely road with a burden so heavy. Just a little further until the end of it all.
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Emet-Selch rests his forehead against his friend's shoulder. After so long of struggling with heartbreak after heartbreak, this makes the possibility of knitting those pieces together again seem possible one day. One day...If he is able to remake it all and return what he loves most to the world.
He can feel the sorrow bubble up within him as he is given such a comforting squeeze, and it's a sentiment he provides in kind. His friend - and world - are gone and this is nothing more than a comforting illusion. Yet he still holds onto him as thought its the last shred of happiness that exists in the world.
Not to say illusions did not have their merits. With being here, he feels like he can gather enough strength to continue walking a lonely road with a burden so heavy. Just a little further until the end of it all.