AUDIENCE FOR: Emet-Selch

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Life, duty, and death. All tied together.

[ they make a little noise, agreeing - some of that terrible smugness from earlier has faded, now. ] I get it.

[ktiseos]

Do you, truly? It appears difficult for most to understand.

[guestservices]

I do.

[ there's a touch of seriousness to that, too. ]

I don't call myself dutiful for nothing.

[ktiseos]

Then I suppose you can understand why I cannot accept this is the end of that duty, yet.

[guestservices]

Of course I can. Wouldn't like you so much if you just wanted to lay down and die.

[ktiseos]

[he doesn't say anything to that immediately, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his robes.]

[guestservices]

[ aw bud. they let him have it, looking past him at the surroundings of the dream for a moment, absently reaching up to rub their temple underneath their veil. ]

[ktiseos]

...is there anything else you wish to speak of, then.

[with the energy faded from that exchange before, he sounds slightly more tired, leaning his head back against the tree.]

[guestservices]

Not really. Gonna let me get back to work?

[ktiseos]

I suppose so, yes.

[guestservices]

[ they lift a hand and salute, lazily. ]

Sweet dreams, big guy.