@beasthuntergalvus | AFFECTIONATE INTERACTION MEME
>> [ long time no see ] for Emet
Death. It was something Emet-Selch had once again experienced through his host, like a long and pleasant nap. Alas, to his great regret, Elidibus had called him to return to walk with the living because of Lahabrea's acts of idiocy, depriving him of his well-deserved rest.
Slowly and wearily, his back slightly bent as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, the Architect walked through the corridors of the palace of the Empire which he himself had founded. It was strange for him to rediscover the sensation of having a body of about fifty years old, fresher and more movable than what he had experienced during the last years of Solus' life.
At the corner of a deserted corridor, he came face to face with one of the offspring of his vessel's descendants. Zenos. What did he think of him? Personally? Not much of anything. Just like the rest of these humans are nothing but broken souls in a deep and endless dream that he would like to finally get them out of.
"Well, well, well. What's my great-grandson doing here?" said the Ascian in a dismissive tone. 'My'... That word almost grazed his throat, even though there was no sign of it. It was not his, but that of the man from whom he had borrowed the body for so many years. He would never consider them his own offspring. Never. "I thought you were on the front line proving our supremacy to the rest of the world."
