#❝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ― emet―selch.

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❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜ for emet from clem uwu

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" I've absolutely zero clue as to what it is you're talking about or daring to insinuate at a time like this. " there's something in the way they're reaching in closer to him that makes him just about fall back and roll his eyes.

A light twitch of his lips when some offhanded comment managed to summon the tiniest chuckle from him. Perhaps their schemes weren't all too terrible the more he thought about it.

" So what pray tell do you think you're getting into this time? "

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emet-selch tag drop edition.

❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  muse.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  visuals.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  headcanons & meta.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  study  ,  skills.       ❝  𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐓―𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐇  ―  study  ,  self.  

❝  𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑  ―  emet―selch.

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@unmeiha​ ➜ ❝ imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ @ EMET!!! AJSDGHADLKS

          Dare he even consider to respond to her statement in laughter? A feeling so sicken strikes his chest like a discorded cord. There he stares her down upon their battlefield and she stares through him with a familiar blaze. His gloved hand reaches, touches over the twitch of his lips as he watches her, contemplates how he should reply. 

For one who was meant to have answers, he sure finds himself to be loss for words. 

“  Tell me, when the curtain rises in start of the next act, do you not still feel the effects given from the prior?  “  

He can remember it. He’s one of the only few to remember. Grasping for another, for something familiar. The final days haunting his nightmares. His fuel, his motivation. 

He never had to imagine that. His life is one broken record forcing him to relive that previous act. His city, his friends, his loved ones, his comrades. Gone. Fire. Beats. Dead, gone. 

“  Do you use those feelings to motivate how to proceed, or do you sit there and permit it to consume your every aching bone?  “

Having approached her, his eyes refusing to leave her gaze, watching her fire. Such a familiar flame. Distant. Yet feels close. There it is. That feeling of sickening laughter which longs for release. To force him to bare witness to the previous act over and over. 

“  Imagine. What’s it like to have to imagine?  “