[Ah, how wonderful! The young man before him does understand!
...Or at least partially seems to. For Hythlodaeus, quite used to scenarios just like this- it is a start. And an indication that he speaks to the one that makes the laws of which this Horizon abides. Therefore, Claude wished otherwise- this start would become full understanding in a matter of moments.
Oh, but the youth does look puzzled. He smiles- about as well as an utterly faceless man can smile (which isn't well, incidentally.) and he stoops downward, resting his shrouded hands upon where his knees should be, leaning downward.]
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...Or at least partially seems to. For Hythlodaeus, quite used to scenarios just like this- it is a start. And an indication that he speaks to the one that makes the laws of which this Horizon abides. Therefore, Claude wished otherwise- this start would become full understanding in a matter of moments.
Oh, but the youth does look puzzled. He smiles- about as well as an utterly faceless man can smile (which isn't well, incidentally.) and he stoops downward, resting his shrouded hands upon where his knees should be, leaning downward.]
Y̸̧͍͔͉̖̻̠̜̒̆̈́̈́͠͠ė̸͍̬̺̭͚̘͎̀̇̐s̶͎̬̗̪̾,̶̣̬̼̤͕̹̔̃ ̴͙͎̫̰́͛precisely.̴͎͎̳͚̔͜ ̶͉͕̦̲̦̠͚͓̇̾̌̑͊̋͆
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̸̡̞̻̥̱͕͈̤̝̹͊̿̿̂̈́T̸͚͔͙̩̈̏̍̏͆ͅh̸̨͎͎̗̉̏͛̚̚͝ó̸͓̱͈̱͙̮̫̏ù̴͔͓̺̊̃g̴̬̻̣̳͕̅̈́͘͝h̵͚̳̱̙̜̺͕̘͑͑̓ ̴̻̜̋̒̈́̑̍́̐̕b̶̛̞͕̼͈̯̻̈́͂̇̽y̷̢̢̭̦͍̞̹̥͑̄ ̵̺̹̬̓͊̾͆͂͌t̸̡̪̫̱̘̤̀̀͊̅͋͑h̸̪̩̩̦͔̦̦̬́͂e̷͓̅͗̏̅̇̈͠ ̶̧̱̻̣̜̜̂̅̍͂͒͂̆b̴̼̬̟͍̺̗̆ý̴̪͔̭͇̜̣̫̎̓̅͐,̷̰̩͙͂̇͆̇͝ ̴̢̡̛̜̟̖̦͈͚́̂̏̐́̈̏̓̀ͅe̴͓̙͇͇̭̻̜̜̜͋́̓̿̏̔̃̋̕͜v̵̝̥̰̹͕̙̼͔̣̾e̵̝͌̂͌̚͘n̷̜̼̊́̆̑̈̔̅̚ ̶͓̰͓̥̺̬͕̌w̶̡̜̙̲͓̟̯̫̗͛́͜e̴̢̢̝̗̟̫̒̊ŗ̴̧̘̦̲̜̜͇͐̑͊͊͘͝ȅ̷̦͉̬̥̭̟͜͠ ̵̧̛̘̯͖͖̙́̌̓͊̇͒I̴̪̣̙͇̿̇̇̑͒͑̐̃̒ ̸̤͖͕̞̅̆͝͝ͅnot-̷̙̰̮̩͋̒̿̑̓̋̅̍͌͠ ̴͈͉̥̰̪̮̘̭̀̊͒͌̈́̄̽̔̕͠I̴̢̧͉͎̖͔̖͈̊̿'̵̨̜̼̗͂͐d̵̢͙̜̻̞̂́̈́͗̅̆͒̕͜ ̵͉͕̣͇̗͊̈̈̀͆̋n̸̛̳̱͕̒̇̑̒̀̓̒̅͜͝ơ̴̧̞͖̩͌̄̎ẗ̷̻̦́̉̐̌͗̅̏̔͠ ̴̢͎̩̻͎̞̮̓́̈́wish harm ̶̠̯̠̳̥͗̄͛̈́̿̂̾͠ǘ̶̗̂̕p̸̢̮͉͖͈͌̊̊̾̑̋̃̐̽̎ò̴̱̰͈̮̙̞͇͕́̀͂͆̉̾̕n̷̬̙͚̦̎̒̍̓ ̷̢͇̲̮̪̼͕̜͈̋͛̉̀̑̚̕͝͝ͅanyone.̸̢̧͖̲͔̹̝̭̋ ̶̗̹̝̮̯͎͈̫̼͕̓͐͐̌̅̐͝Ȟ̸̬͌e̸̼͕̠̺̓̆̈͝n̶̠̭̪̞̯̫͍̐̐c̴̛͖̣͈̺̳̺͚͆̀̅̚͠ḙ̷̤̱̜̜̮̯͓͓͓̌́ ̷̝͓̖̳̭̈́͆́͌̀͛̃̉͘b̸̭̙̻̗̲̣̐́̅̎̃̉̽ḛ̴̬̝̥́ȉ̷̘̼̣̰̺͚͍̱͇͇̃͒̔̊̄̈́̽n̸̝̠͕͖͙̈́͐̑̀͌̆͂ḡ̶͖͉͆̽̎ ̶̮͉̳̙̣͓̺̼̐̋h̴̩͙̖̘̣̊̿͠ë̴̬̻̥̙͇̫̩́ͅr̶̳̈́e̷͕̖̭̯͉̩̔̎̋̄́̏̕.̴̧͙̰̤͕̦̚͜.̵̞̱̩̘͓̼̥͑.̷̡͈̪̭̼̃̋̅͒́͝
[He shakes his head, his words ceasing. When he begins again, should Claude allow it, they're much easier to understand.]
Forgive ̶̫͕̠̳̜͒̄̍̀̃̌̓̒͠͝m̸̧̥̭͇̋̉̈̂̈́̌́͜͠e̵͚̫̼̖̜̬̼͇͍̒̆͜͝,̴̧̨̢͙̥͈͌̄͘͜ͅ ̵̢̛̺̪̘̻̱͙̻̔̏̃a̶̺̎̏̆̾̇̀͊̓͆̇l̴̬̬̦͈̩̟͋̈́͛̓͠ļ̶̢̜̝͈̘̤̯̄̐̂͆͗̽̋̅̚͜͠o̶̧̲̩͕͇̦̫̊̈́͜͝w̶̨̪̙̙̓̊̾͛̕ ̶̞̲̫̾͋͗͊͌̍me to ̸̢̡̻̬̦̮̥̗͒̈͛explain properly.̵̼̤̜̗̟̆̋͂̃͊͊̀̋ ̷̡̩͖͚̮̙͕̑͂̂̊̈́̆̚Î̴̛̦̜̼͎̟́͂͛̽̄̚̚͝'̸̨̭̣̥̋͐̅̔͐͆̂d̵̳͇̀̑̔ ̸̹̅̀̈́̍a̶̧͍̝̘̓̓̾̔͜t̶̛͓̻̖̮̜͓̕t̵̨̜̲̄ë̶̼͉̳̞̬́̈́̋́̓̉́̕̚m̷͉̳̟͍̝͔̟͇͆̾̎̈́̍̈͗̋͠͝ṗ̴̢̛̪͖̠̞͚͉̽͑͆̈͒̿̆̊ţ̵̨̢͔̬̈́̏̒͋̒͌͑̈́̄̈e̷̹͘͝d̵͕̳͌̇͊̇̂ ̶̹̣̲̖̑́ṱ̷̨͇̻̪͓͎̟͖̅͐̇̾ǒ̶̧͉͉̯̥̠̼̲ͅ ̸̨̧̪͇̫̲̤̪̩̾̈͐̈́̄͑͜f̴̣͖̹̥̝̖̊̒̓̾̇̾̈́͑̇i̷̡͗̇̽͌͆̿n̸̡̡̡̳͎͉̪͙̅̇̿d̴͚͗̍̇ ̶̛͔̥̅͝my own ̸̻̙̻̅̔Horizon.̸̡̠́̃͌͊̈͒́̓̕͘.̵̦͇̬͔̰̘̯͚̀̑̀.̷̨̢̛̬͚̖̙͇̭͍̈́̉̊̎͑͠ ̴̟̺̯̉̓͛͋́̀i̶̛̤̪̱̓̔n̸͉̫̪̞̳͉̹͆̀͌̇̕ ̵͎̤̟̩̯̻̟͍̉͝t̴͇̬̭͔̙͈̫͇͗̿̐͗h̶̜̳̙̹͈̺͋̓̔̎̾̐͊̃͘͝ȩ̷̋̃̂́̈́̉ ̵͖̮̩̻̪͕̓͊hope ̸̡͉̞͙̺͕̥̦͑̇́͐̈̓̅̉̓͝ͅo̴̘̭͓̠̗̥̐̆͑f̶̣̽̾ ̷̡͉̠̺́̎̐͝waiting there.̵̬̺͕͍̝̰͇̖͍͇̐̾̿́̽̅̈́ ̵̞̟̞͈͖̪̤̐Something is amiss.̸̡͖̗͓̫̆̐͒͌̀ͅ ̶̧̛̬̪͍͇̥͍̤̥̤͐̿́͌̀͘͝Ą̷̟̩̟͙͔͔͚̣͚̓̽̾̃ñ̸̳̮̼̘͑̒̈́̏̚͝͝d̷̝̺̠̔̎̓͛̏̚ ̶̢̛̥͉̯̗́ỳ̷̡̡̬̦̠̤͖͚̝̙̈̆̇̎͝ȇ̵̝̖͌̐͊̄͌̐̀͆̋t̵̺͍̪̱̘͎̂̍̋͂͊̂̆͊̐ͅ.̶̙̗̥̀͐.̵͇͎̱̬̦̈̌̊̎̇̎͠.̴̡͕͕̩͖͈̘͚̲̍́͑ͅ ̴͚̥͓̣̗̝͆I am lost.̵̩͚͍̹̠̣̑͌̔̆̌̈́̈͘ ̷̨̡̟̟͖̹͎͕̒̋̇͛̓͝Ï̶̦̗̺̹̪̫̤ ̸̢̮̱͉͉͙̦̰̩͌̌̉̈̿̉͝f̶̥̳̱̲̯͖̺̜̦̋͒̀̀i̶̧̠̙̬̤̺͓͍̋n̶̠͗̏̒̉͂͘ḋ̷̡̛͈̖͙̰̲̟̳̠̃͑́̌̌̾̚͜ ̷̢͕̤͖̮̟̪̗͛̂͊̂ͅm̵̧̢̻͓̞̦̬̈́́y̸̡̡̧̘͎̖̠͇͍̬̅ş̵̍̎̂̏̉͒̎̔e̶̢̞̥̳̤̣̥͈̲̐̋̓́͐l̴̬̟̋͒̑͂̔̓͠f̶̢̨͕̝̲͓͈͔̅̍ ̵͇̹̝̐̿̓̒͒͒͌Returning here.̷̳̗̄̄̄Over and over.
[And finally...]
...How disconcerting...