The canopy above them is all but ignored. Looking up in the sun's direction is a horrible idea, and so he is content with his face pressed against his friend's shoulder.
"Yes, take us there," Emet-Selch mutters. "I will make your accursed concept while we rest." It's enough of a formal surrender as he cares to give. His friend has won...in so many words.
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"Yes, take us there," Emet-Selch mutters. "I will make your accursed concept while we rest." It's enough of a formal surrender as he cares to give. His friend has won...in so many words.