[He follows her gaze to the door, to the other two familiar-unfamiliar souls still at the party. And his heart sinks ever further to the pit of his stomach.]
What any of us would desire.
[Though to think that desire would bring even Lahabrea to perform such dreadful acts... How terrible, how traumatic must this cataclysm have been?
He laughs as another question comes to mind. It's a frail thing, one that betrays some of the dread he feels. But Hythlodaeus has ever been a curious man, a slave to his own whims, and thus the question slips from his lips ere he can hold it back.]
no subject
What any of us would desire.
[Though to think that desire would bring even Lahabrea to perform such dreadful acts... How terrible, how traumatic must this cataclysm have been?
He laughs as another question comes to mind. It's a frail thing, one that betrays some of the dread he feels. But Hythlodaeus has ever been a curious man, a slave to his own whims, and thus the question slips from his lips ere he can hold it back.]
Emet-Selch was one of the survivors, wasn't he?
[And the end will come in his own lifetime.]