[His voice indicates a (small!) tone of amusement, but really. All considered, it is muted at best. Whimsical as his nature tended to be, as illusory as Emet's horizon was, this was hardly the time nor the place for any form of jape. For the other is pained. That is plain to see.]
... Even if the newer inhabitants of your Horizon were accidental, [Or, by the by, accidental recreations of what he would suspect Hades would protest (too much) were born and died as means to an end...] I think their existence there would indicate that they mean something to you. Therefore, I wished to try.
[His hand moves again, then- just to run the backs of his fingers, gently, against a well-defined cheekbone. He does not coax the other man to look at him, no. Nor does he say anything else for some time. Instead, he simply bestows that light affection, keeping his head bowed as he regards him quite silently.
He hardly needs to reopen this fresh wound further. He knows Hades well enough to know that a seed has been planted. The matter has been brought to his attention, and Hythlodaeus also knows that though it may not be done immediately, it will be. Despite his fear, despite the fact that emotionally, said wound is open, and all but bleeding out, Hades would do the right thing.
For he has always put the needs of the many above the needs of himself. Always.
Yet he does not stay silent indefinitely. There is one thing he can offer. And he wishes to offer it... for all the times he could not.]
When you are ready... I would join you. Providing you've no objection to my presence.
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[His voice indicates a (small!) tone of amusement, but really. All considered, it is muted at best. Whimsical as his nature tended to be, as illusory as Emet's horizon was, this was hardly the time nor the place for any form of jape. For the other is pained. That is plain to see.]
... Even if the newer inhabitants of your Horizon were accidental, [Or, by the by, accidental recreations of what he would suspect Hades would protest (too much) were born and died as means to an end...] I think their existence there would indicate that they mean something to you. Therefore, I wished to try.
[His hand moves again, then- just to run the backs of his fingers, gently, against a well-defined cheekbone. He does not coax the other man to look at him, no. Nor does he say anything else for some time. Instead, he simply bestows that light affection, keeping his head bowed as he regards him quite silently.
He hardly needs to reopen this fresh wound further. He knows Hades well enough to know that a seed has been planted. The matter has been brought to his attention, and Hythlodaeus also knows that though it may not be done immediately, it will be. Despite his fear, despite the fact that emotionally, said wound is open, and all but bleeding out, Hades would do the right thing.
For he has always put the needs of the many above the needs of himself.
Always.
Yet he does not stay silent indefinitely. There is one thing he can offer. And he wishes to offer it... for all the times he could not.]
When you are ready... I would join you. Providing you've no objection to my presence.