[ Sebastian, on the other hand, has largely kept his distance for the day. It’s not out of disinterest (far from it), but more that the festival itself really wasn’t one that suited him. It’s the realm of emotion that’s simply out of his grasp because he has nothing to mourn. It was exactly what he had struggled to convey to Emet-Selch and still hadn’t been quite satisfied with in his explanation. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing to be lamented about his world(s) lost. It makes the whole thing largely a curiosity to be observed from afar rather than something to be participated in.
What does interest him more is Emet-Selch himself. He hasn’t been hanging around all day nosily watching peoples’ recollections, but simply coming and going with the various matters he kept himself busy with. Each time, he would take a bit of a wondrous look at the memory being crafted, but he’d always move past. It was simply impressive, since even at his full ability, crafting things like this was beyond him… Though he did imagine that his grandest of conjurations may have lasted longer. Without chatting about it, who could know?
It's as he’s returning from a study session in the Tomes with more books in hand to study “overnight” (when most people slept is what it really was) that he sees Emet-Selch taking a rest. Perhaps more importantly, he catches the faint smile, though this is at least something that Sebastian recognizes as perhaps a private moment that he’s intruding upon. Not wanting to startle him into ire, he does speak up gently as he approaches: ]
soft grandpa 🥺
What does interest him more is Emet-Selch himself. He hasn’t been hanging around all day nosily watching peoples’ recollections, but simply coming and going with the various matters he kept himself busy with. Each time, he would take a bit of a wondrous look at the memory being crafted, but he’d always move past. It was simply impressive, since even at his full ability, crafting things like this was beyond him… Though he did imagine that his grandest of conjurations may have lasted longer. Without chatting about it, who could know?
It's as he’s returning from a study session in the Tomes with more books in hand to study “overnight” (when most people slept is what it really was) that he sees Emet-Selch taking a rest. Perhaps more importantly, he catches the faint smile, though this is at least something that Sebastian recognizes as perhaps a private moment that he’s intruding upon. Not wanting to startle him into ire, he does speak up gently as he approaches: ]
Finished with your busy day of work, I hope?