[Disjointed though the memory may be, it doesn't take Emet-Selch long enough to figure out at least where he is, if not necessarily whose memory it is. He knows those robes and masks, nearly as much as he knows his own self, and its only the fact that there's more than one person who would have had cause to know the Capitol that gives him a moment's pause over whose it is. It's only when the world outside rumbles and shakes with the deathly clamor and groaning that even now he sometimes still hears in his dreams that he manages to place the dream - if this is the Final Days, Fandaniel would not have been here. No, he would have been the rest of the Convocation, not huddled with who knows how many others.
No, this could only be Hythlodaeus' memory, and it takes only a moment to find him, huddled and miserable, wracked by emotions that Emet-Selch knows all too well.]
Hythlodaeus.
[The word comes out as a murmur, at the same time a voice in the memory calls out Hythlodaeus' name; Emet-Selch's voice passing unheard and unnoticed as Hythlodaeus rises.
He does not wish to follow, truth be told. He knows what is likely to come, why the words of Pashtarot are standing guard, wary and on edge. And yet... though he is no more than a ghost of a memory, he cannot leave Hythlodaeus to face this alone. And so, he sighs, and drifts on in Hythlodaeus' wake. If there is more that the memory means to show, then he will see it to the end, no matter how much he might wish that Hythlodaeus didn't have to relive the moment again.]
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No, this could only be Hythlodaeus' memory, and it takes only a moment to find him, huddled and miserable, wracked by emotions that Emet-Selch knows all too well.]
Hythlodaeus.
[The word comes out as a murmur, at the same time a voice in the memory calls out Hythlodaeus' name; Emet-Selch's voice passing unheard and unnoticed as Hythlodaeus rises.
He does not wish to follow, truth be told. He knows what is likely to come, why the words of Pashtarot are standing guard, wary and on edge. And yet... though he is no more than a ghost of a memory, he cannot leave Hythlodaeus to face this alone. And so, he sighs, and drifts on in Hythlodaeus' wake. If there is more that the memory means to show, then he will see it to the end, no matter how much he might wish that Hythlodaeus didn't have to relive the moment again.]