I'm not surprised. It is a fairly common motivator, after all.
[People will ever be people, regardless of what else should happen. And even if it is a broad generalization, that doesn't make it any less true in the long run.
Still, it's the fact that she openly admits to having willingly - and deliberately - interfered with the natural cycle of souls that catches his attention. The concept is hardly one that he'd consider to be beyond all possibility, but it's certainly not something that just anyone could manage to pick up. Even despite - apparently - spending some time in the Lifestream. Still, there's a familiarity there. One that has him taking another look at her soul, as she continues on. Really looking this time, past the still-lingering overtones of the Lifestream, through to the soul itself... and what he finds might have almost had him laughing if it weren't also exactly the sort of thing he might have expected. Of course Hythlodaeus would follow in Azem's footsteps. Of course. Even when neither of them remembered who they were.]
We didn't call ourselves Cetra, no. Either in the past or now. But I'm hardly about to explain the finer details of how the rift works in the middle of a swamp.
[Both because it's a long explanation - longer, if she should happen to want to ask any sort of questions - and because there's only so long he can stand to remain under the Light-filled skies. Even shaded as they are by the trees.
On the other hand, the realization of who she is, or rather was, means there's only a brief moment of gentle side-eye at her comment about him having be napping, before he continues on.]
Emet-Selch. And under the circumstances, I'd be willing to forgive you a momentary lapse of manners. It's hardly every day one ends up being dragged out of the Lifestream. Or pushed out of it, perhaps.
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[People will ever be people, regardless of what else should happen. And even if it is a broad generalization, that doesn't make it any less true in the long run.
Still, it's the fact that she openly admits to having willingly - and deliberately - interfered with the natural cycle of souls that catches his attention. The concept is hardly one that he'd consider to be beyond all possibility, but it's certainly not something that just anyone could manage to pick up. Even despite - apparently - spending some time in the Lifestream. Still, there's a familiarity there. One that has him taking another look at her soul, as she continues on. Really looking this time, past the still-lingering overtones of the Lifestream, through to the soul itself... and what he finds might have almost had him laughing if it weren't also exactly the sort of thing he might have expected. Of course Hythlodaeus would follow in Azem's footsteps. Of course. Even when neither of them remembered who they were.]
We didn't call ourselves Cetra, no. Either in the past or now. But I'm hardly about to explain the finer details of how the rift works in the middle of a swamp.
[Both because it's a long explanation - longer, if she should happen to want to ask any sort of questions - and because there's only so long he can stand to remain under the Light-filled skies. Even shaded as they are by the trees.
On the other hand, the realization of who she is, or rather was, means there's only a brief moment of gentle side-eye at her comment about him having be napping, before he continues on.]
Emet-Selch. And under the circumstances, I'd be willing to forgive you a momentary lapse of manners. It's hardly every day one ends up being dragged out of the Lifestream. Or pushed out of it, perhaps.