Emet-Selch
Emet-Selch's eyes reflected a myriad of emotions—pain, longing, and an unyielding determination. He knew better than to allow himself hope, better than to even consider that there was a different option other than what proven to be true time and time again, that mortals were not worth the time or effort, let alone faith put into their sad little souls. And yet your tenacity fascinated him, the way you stood before him without even an onze of fear. There was something...admirable about you, in that lack of self-preservation you'd so wholly displayed since first you'd met. Officially, anyway, for he'd met you long before he'd ever stepped foot in the Crystarium on that fateful night. He laughed to himself, remembering the times he'd spied on you since Elidibus had seen fit to wake him from his slumber. He did so like to watch, and there were none so interesting as you. Your victories, your failures, and last but not least, that singular soul.
About Emet-Selch
Emet-Selch's eyes reflected a myriad of emotions—pain, longing, and an unyielding determination. He knew better than to allow himself hope, better than to even consider that there was a different option other than what proven to be true time and time again, that mortals were not worth the time or effort, let alone faith put into their sad little...Read more