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Truth be told, the Exarch was much more similar to Hythlodaeus than Emet-Selch let on, whilst it definitely wasn’t aimed toward Emet-Selch in any sense, he could tell the Exarch cared much for the Warrior of Light and the Scions, that he was determined to save this shard of a world from destruction. That he would do anything to achieve it, anything within reasoning anyway. That’s exactly what Hythlodaeus was like, he was a very determined individual too, even to the end, in fact, Hythlodaeus remained more loyal to him than his own beloved did.
Even with being determined, he was there for everything. He was there to give Emet-Selch quick reminders of things, like it’s a special holiday, remember to tell your beloved about this… all that kind of meaningless stuff. If it weren’t for Hythlodaeus, Emet-Selch likely wouldn’t have done half of the stuff that brought a smile to his beloved’s face, oh, and they knew it was partly because of his best friend’s nagging.
“I don’t think I’ll teach you anything— you still won’t be him, you still won’t be the best friend I ever had.” Emet-Selch was determined in his own right to not allow the Exarch to replace his best friend, or sully his image. Hythlodaeus was better than this pathetic excuse of a half being. Couldn’t even stray too far from his tower or he’ll be weak. Pathetic.
“Why is it? Why is it that you are so interested anyway when you know who you are and that it isn’t going to make a difference?” He wanted to know the other’s motives, especially for prying into him, he never would have expected that the Exarch, of all people, would be interested in learning more about an Ascian, and not just any Ascian, a Paragon, one of the leading individuals of the Ascian race. The three that lead their race down a road of destruction.
“Even then, there’s still a part of me that is him, no matter how small that part may be.” For all he knew, it could have been barely a sliver of the man that Emet once knew. He couldn’t answer the second question without answering a few others.
G’raha had always wondered what his place in the world was. From growing up little more than a gutter rat in his tribe to learning of his royal bloodline, then waking to find that he had to save an entire shard from certain destruction... It was a lot to take in. He wasn’t certain he could put it into words.
“Well, now that I know I’m the shard of someone you once knew, very well I might add, I was hoping that you may hold information that would make sense of a few things for me.” He brought his hand to his lips, pressing his thumb against them as he thought quietly. “Although, I can tell you aren’t willing to divulge such information and I cannot recall my time as your friend. ...I can do little more than admit I’ve had a burning curiosity of your people since learning of them.”
He let his hand fall and shrugged helplessly at the man. “T’would seem that all souls are connected in some way. Ours happen to be close in the mix.”













