[ Oh, the irony of Bakugou, of all people, telling someone else to calm down...
Emet-Selch continues to glare but he crosses his arms and looks away, directing his ire at some innocent corner instead. ]
...The one who isn't here. The one who left us as the calamity drew closer and closer to our city. The one who has been dead for the past several thousand years with nothing to show for their final efforts.
[ The words are spat out like a bitter curse. Odd - for such a good friend, he almost sounds like he hates them. ]
The world knew them as Azem. I knew them as one of my closest friends. They left to find a way to halt the catastrophe on our doorstep, but they never returned.
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Oh, the irony of Bakugou, of all people, telling someone else to calm down...Emet-Selch continues to glare but he crosses his arms and looks away, directing his ire at some innocent corner instead. ]
...The one who isn't here. The one who left us as the calamity drew closer and closer to our city. The one who has been dead for the past several thousand years with nothing to show for their final efforts.
[ The words are spat out like a bitter curse. Odd - for such a good friend, he almost sounds like he hates them. ]
The world knew them as Azem. I knew them as one of my closest friends. They left to find a way to halt the catastrophe on our doorstep, but they never returned.