Why do u need to protect the henir time and space? No one's going to barge in ur home and steal stuff I mean its empty there. Well except maybe time and space continuum stuff. Are u trying to keep DE away from changing time?
“You misunderstand, Henir is not any of those things to me.
As for Add? Well, one is done with that. The others are not above consequences, however.”
Every time he looks at the El Party, he is reminded that he used to have something that used to make him human.
A chuckle escapes his lips once again, pleased with the growth in Elsword's strength; the young man, now a Lord Knight, has grown spectacularly ever since Glave had met him as a shoddy wannabe soldier, chasing his elder sister's shadow. Now, he has been knighted and has been following his own path, and the same could go for the rest of the El Party-- their ultimate potential will soon be in their grasps and sure, the man with the mask predicted this. He knew it would happen eventually, and he had the patience to watch their growth for years, because Henir supposedly took his empathy--his function to understand emotion and share emotion. So, it would make sense that he wouldn't be able to feel anything but emptiness, and wouldn't care about waiting.
And yet, he feels some sort of rush in his body for them--emotions he hadn't felt in many, many years.
The woman who was always seen in his company, had taken notice of this. Helen felt the strange....energy, if it could be called that, in the air, when Glave waved the El Party with a promise to meet again. Usually, his mere presence caused a strange uneasiness--similar to the presence of demons repeling the El's power, due to him being the Administrator of Henir, allowing him to warp time and space--and even so, it was strangely energizing from the usual. For as long as she had been his company, discerning the change in the air was no different from reading her own daughter's face by a glance.
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"Glave, you seem cheery after they left," she remarked, smiling contently with afternoon tea cooling on the table, two chairs by its sides, each occupied by Glave and herself. "Is it about Elsword and his friends?"
As always, a light chuckle from the masked man in response, but with a twinge of happiness hinted in his tone. Glave leaned back in the chair, making himself comfortable for the break he can give to his body. "...Kukuku, do I seem that unusual right now?" The bottom lid of his only visible eye arched slightly, as if he was smiling behind the mask. "I'll admit that I'm rather impressed with them these days. It's not likely to see someone who can clean the deeper dungeons."
Despite his dodgy answers, Helen knows what he means, and Glave knows what she also means--the bond between them was as if they could read the other's mind without even asking.
"....Every passing day, it's as if I'm growing a heart." he continues. "Ironic, since I've surrendered those feelings to Henir, and I've never had a heart when I was human."
He paused for a moment, staring into the quiet scenery. "...Or so I remember, but I can't recall how I felt as a human a long time ago." Glave raised his hand to rub the side of his neck nonchalantly, just to get rid of the stiffness in the muscle. It does make Glave a little bit curious--he's not supposed to feel any sort of emotion, and yet, he's curious now. Is it a fabrication that his mind (or, even Henir) made for him? Or did spending time with the El Party started culturing new emotions within him?
Helen pours the warmed tea in a second rustic, clay cup, setting it close to his side of the small table. "Whether you remember or not, I can imagine that it is a wonderful feeling that you don't regret having now."
Glave hummed, agreeing with the merchant's sharp understanding.
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