[ Emet-Selch was chaotic enough that he could not duly answer that question, it was one of those instances where he knew he was fond of mortals, of observing them and their ingenuity, their fragile human existance and how they seemed to rise above it-- yes, perhaps the weak did strive to be weaker, but then there were the vibrant roses struggling to breathe against the rot of the earth, struggling and fighting to grow and flower.
Just as the Garlean empire had struggled to survive (and oh did he have a fond spot in his heart still for the empire, for the true testament of to a survivor's will that pushed it ever onward), so did Eorzea and Noverant. And then at the center of that, was Sigr. It almost impressed his jaded bitter heart, though it was not quite to that point yet and he wasn't too keen on ruining his reputation by admitting to any hint of softness toward humanity. ]
I do like my secrets, though perhaps I shall a secret of mine own with you in exchange for the secret of your lustrous locks?
[ a secret for a secret, though Emet-Selch was not going to specify what manner of secret it would be-- by all rights and purposes, it would not be precisely enjoyable if one knew exactly what one was getting into with the telling of a secrets-- guess Sigr would be the one to accept that bargain if he so choose.
And then the Ascian allowed his fingers firm quite a bit more, and then at the touch, he let out a chuckle, a soft testament to the sheer unexpectedness of it, he could even feel the barest hint of claws, it was almost a reminder that Sigr was the one in control here-- and Emet-Selch was perfectly content with that.. for now. ]
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Just as the Garlean empire had struggled to survive (and oh did he have a fond spot in his heart still for the empire, for the true testament of to a survivor's will that pushed it ever onward), so did Eorzea and Noverant. And then at the center of that, was Sigr. It almost impressed his jaded bitter heart, though it was not quite to that point yet and he wasn't too keen on ruining his reputation by admitting to any hint of softness toward humanity. ]
I do like my secrets, though perhaps I shall a secret of mine own with you in exchange for the secret of your lustrous locks?
[ a secret for a secret, though Emet-Selch was not going to specify what manner of secret it would be-- by all rights and purposes, it would not be precisely enjoyable if one knew exactly what one was getting into with the telling of a secrets-- guess Sigr would be the one to accept that bargain if he so choose.
And then the Ascian allowed his fingers firm quite a bit more, and then at the touch, he let out a chuckle, a soft testament to the sheer unexpectedness of it, he could even feel the barest hint of claws, it was almost a reminder that Sigr was the one in control here-- and Emet-Selch was perfectly content with that.. for now. ]