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I think the easiest way I can write the pronunciation would be “sear-ill”. Although, the second syllable of his name has a very short “I” sound, you mostly say the “L” sound.

Also, if it helps ( ? ), the syllabic breakdown of his name is Cyr-il, not Cy-ril. 

If you’re more of an auditory learner, here is a slightly uncomfortable but still helpful video of a bunch of computer-generated voices reading you the correct pronunciation of the name. :’D

I got Syndrom vibe from reading that one fanfic with Zenos and Emet-Selch

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How do you preserve history? Emet-Selch knows most would say it would be through preservation: writing down events, caring for artifacts, capturing moments in painting and picture. But there are far more lasting ways to preserve history.

It is through children.

Change is most easily wrought through a new generation, and within his three great-great-grandchildren, Emet-Selch sees the chance to not let his past be forgotten, his history lost to time. When they are too young to even stand on their own, he treasures them as any elder of a family would; enjoying these moments since he know that even for a being as old as he, they pass in the blink of an eye. He enjoys bouncing babes on his knees and taking them off your hands.

After all, it makes him so much more trustworthy for when they are older, and he is able to show them magics and power that have not been seen in over millennia. 

Your children are all naturally gifted, listening to their grandfather intently about the wonders and sights he has seen, watching in complete awe as he is able to fashion all of their gifts with but a thought. He spends his time nurturing their abilities from the moment they can first manipulate their aether; showing them magics he himself he had not seen in…years.

The pride he feels in these children, he could already hear Lahabrea calling him soft, can hear the scathing tones of Elidibus asking him if he had lost sight of his goal. Perhaps he is no longer as adamant as he once was, or perhaps your battle with him showed him the true heart of his ambition.

He did not want to forget.

He did not want those sacrifices, your sacrifices, to be forgotten.

Something was disturbing his rest. With a groan, Emet-Selch rolled over, sensing he was no longer alone, only to come face to face with a skillet wielding warrior, poised to strike. 

“...I really hope you’re only prepping that to ask if I prefer bacon or sausage for breakfast.” 

What’s the name if this soooong!!!!

ROOOOOTHE YOUR DOING HYDAELYNS DROP KICK STANCE!!!!

*old man wheeze laugh*

I FUCKING THINKING THE SAME THING. LIKE IM WORROED THIS NEXT PLAN OF HIS WOULD END UP BEING MORE TOWARDS A SUICIDE ATTEMPT BECAUSE IDK HOW MANY OF THE ASCIANS ARE LEFT AND IF HE DIES, NO MORE MAKE MORE ASCIANS.

Elidibus has way too much sway at this time and he needs to stop because he’s freaking me out