For all that Emet-Selch was one of the first people Liem met when he first arrived on Horos, he still doesn't know the man especially well. He regards him curiously as he looks up to regard Taldor's night sky.
“You think they should be remembered?”
It had never occurred to Liem to think of his home and its people as things that deserve to be remembered. He'd always done his grieving privately, personally. After all, the ones he left behind aren't in any position to care one way or another how they're remembered. Remembrance may have had another purpose in his own world, but here, it is meant for the living.
“But you don't believe what the Meridian do—that they can be brought back? Or… that they should be?”
He feels fairly safe hazarding this guess, given Emet-Selch's current service in Yima's own courtyard.
no subject
“You think they should be remembered?”
It had never occurred to Liem to think of his home and its people as things that deserve to be remembered. He'd always done his grieving privately, personally. After all, the ones he left behind aren't in any position to care one way or another how they're remembered. Remembrance may have had another purpose in his own world, but here, it is meant for the living.
“But you don't believe what the Meridian do—that they can be brought back? Or… that they should be?”
He feels fairly safe hazarding this guess, given Emet-Selch's current service in Yima's own courtyard.