[ Even she finds it mildly amusing that his Warrior of Light is a miqo'te as well. At one point, there were only miqo'te Warriors of Light here, which makes her wonder about her own.
She's seen him in person— sent him on a trip to pick up a nameday cake of all things! But as Emet-Selch continues to speak, she finds herself both confused and intrigued. She hasn't heard a lot of these names, but the Exarch did tell her that the First was not the same as what she now knows is The Source.
At this point, a vision does erupt in her head— the familiar hammer of her heartbeat echoing in her ears— but the resonance of his memories seems to be enough to trigger it. She steels herself for it— it hurts her, and she suddenly staggers, trying to push her feet into the ground as she stills.
Stop— stop, I don't want to see this!! She yells in her head, but what does show itself is brief. ]
A starry, endless sky, and the bodies of what she somehow makes out as companions to the Warrior of Light being flung back.
It's pure chaos, and Emet-Selch's upset and anger seems to be more palpable than ever. She can't tell if it's desperation or rage at this point, but he seems to be tired, determined and disappointed... and she can make out the figure of a man— a miqo'te who is struggling, choking the way she saw Lyna suffering in the Exarch's nightmare.
Yet his companions fight— knowing they're failing, yet still...
( Of course they'd all fight back, Emmy... why would you expect otherwise? Maybe this was one of the things that had to happen, too. )
It's not clear at all, what happens next— there's light, bright and strong— she hears, and she sees Emet-Selch there, suddenly looking shocked, asking "Why are you in this place—"
When she turns, wondering what he means— she makes out the shape of the Warrior of Light, now a silhouette of miqo'te ears, a figure standing forth, but before she can focus, she hears another voice. The Exarch's, clear as day—and there he is, looking shattered and weakened— yet summoning....
( "Let expanse contract, let eon become instant—" )
Whatever he does summons pillars of light from the ground, and Emet-Selch looks beyond frustrated and resigned at this point.
"Very well. Let us proceed to your final judgment—!!"
No sooner had he spoken, though, that the vision ends in a burst of light that nearly make her eyes well up again—
Ghhh...!!
[ It takes all her effort to not stumble forward there, her ears flattening over the back of her head as she releases a tight gasp. She keeps her eyes closed, shaking her head as she tries to focus. Her eyes widen as she opens them and she grimaces, blinking a few times to refocus. ]
Final judgment...
[ She says feebly, before shaking her head. She knows he'll ask what she saw. She may as well tell him. ]
That's what I heard you say before it ended.
[ There's too much of a resonating noise, and she looks up at him, pained and sad. ]
... you looked like you knew what was coming, and you still... wanted to keep going?
[ She obviously hasn't seen him as Hades, else she'd obviously have a different reaction. She tries to straighten herself up, moving a hand over her chest to calm her heart. ]
And I thought I was bad for sending my Warrior of Light for a cake... yet he'd go against everything, even against someone as powerful as you. To protect... everything.
[ With a breath, she looks up at him. ]
Yet it meant losing you, Emmy. An ancient. All that knowledge you have— I know you'll say this was what you had to do, but was there really no other way?
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She's seen him in person— sent him on a trip to pick up a nameday cake of all things! But as Emet-Selch continues to speak, she finds herself both confused and intrigued. She hasn't heard a lot of these names, but the Exarch did tell her that the First was not the same as what she now knows is The Source.
At this point, a vision does erupt in her head— the familiar hammer of her heartbeat echoing in her ears— but the resonance of his memories seems to be enough to trigger it. She steels herself for it— it hurts her, and she suddenly staggers, trying to push her feet into the ground as she stills.
Stop— stop, I don't want to see this!! She yells in her head, but what does show itself is brief. ]
A starry, endless sky, and the bodies of what she somehow makes out as companions to the Warrior of Light being flung back.
It's pure chaos, and Emet-Selch's upset and anger seems to be more palpable than ever. She can't tell if it's desperation or rage at this point, but he seems to be tired, determined and disappointed... and she can make out the figure of a man— a miqo'te who is struggling, choking the way she saw Lyna suffering in the Exarch's nightmare.
Yet his companions fight— knowing they're failing, yet still...
( Of course they'd all fight back, Emmy... why would you expect otherwise? Maybe this was one of the things that had to happen, too. )
It's not clear at all, what happens next— there's light, bright and strong— she hears, and she sees Emet-Selch there, suddenly looking shocked, asking "Why are you in this place—"
When she turns, wondering what he means— she makes out the shape of the Warrior of Light, now a silhouette of miqo'te ears, a figure standing forth, but before she can focus, she hears another voice. The Exarch's, clear as day—and there he is, looking shattered and weakened— yet summoning....
( "Let expanse contract, let eon become instant—" )
Whatever he does summons pillars of light from the ground, and Emet-Selch looks beyond frustrated and resigned at this point.
"Very well. Let us proceed to your final judgment—!!"
No sooner had he spoken, though, that the vision ends in a burst of light that nearly make her eyes well up again—
Ghhh...!!
[ It takes all her effort to not stumble forward there, her ears flattening over the back of her head as she releases a tight gasp. She keeps her eyes closed, shaking her head as she tries to focus. Her eyes widen as she opens them and she grimaces, blinking a few times to refocus. ]
Final judgment...
[ She says feebly, before shaking her head. She knows he'll ask what she saw. She may as well tell him. ]
That's what I heard you say before it ended.
[ There's too much of a resonating noise, and she looks up at him, pained and sad. ]
... you looked like you knew what was coming, and you still... wanted to keep going?
[ She obviously hasn't seen him as Hades, else she'd obviously have a different reaction. She tries to straighten herself up, moving a hand over her chest to calm her heart. ]
And I thought I was bad for sending my Warrior of Light for a cake... yet he'd go against everything, even against someone as powerful as you. To protect... everything.
[ With a breath, she looks up at him. ]
Yet it meant losing you, Emmy. An ancient. All that knowledge you have— I know you'll say this was what you had to do, but was there really no other way?
[ She sighs. ]
... do you regret the way things went?