[It says quite a great deal that Hermes would do the same. Hythlodaeus cannot help but be surprised. As a half-faded soul forced into form once more, his act of letting go was a simple thing. It was something already decided, long ago, amidst the ebb and the flow of the sea of souls that made up that fragment of what once was their Eitherys. For Hermes, symbolism or not, in the aim of showing the proper respect or not...
It was all still so very relevant. Despite his reservations about taking the seat and leaving the outpost he had so loved in the hands of his colleagues, the red mask of Fandaniel was a testament to all that had come with it being so very hard-earned. Truthfully, Hythlodaeus would not have chosen to judge the decision to decline if Hermes had done so. Yet that is not what happened.
So surprised he is- yet it is good surprise- characterized by a small nod of assent as well as his eyes turning, briefly, into crescents. He moves close to Hermes once again after he has taken his last look at the altar- at the white and the red mask lying nestled amongst so many other treasures- and he walks with him. ]
Well. I certainly feel lighter. I imagine we'll be in differing attire next.
[An impish smile soon accompanies that remark (for it is a joke!) and as he weaves his way in and out of the crowd he never strays too far from the man beside him. Even now, his sight is at work. There is something different about Hermes. The mark that had formed itself upon his wrist is the culprit most certainly, for he did not have the benefit of his sight in regard to self-examination and had, as of yet, no cause to sense his own.
Curious. Yet harmless, he decides. For there is nothing about it that should give way to concern or suspicion. So, he decides to push it to the back of his mind, and begin to answer the foremost questions first.
The answer comes as he turns to examine a stall selling all manner of food items, as well as drinks. A quaint kind of stall- with a long window at the front and a bench for sitting attached.]
As for how long it has been...
[Moments ago in his memory, if one were to go by the hue of Amon's soul. Regardless, the creature that seized control of lord Zodiark was not Hermes. He is certain.]
Nigh on an eternity, regrettably. I believe that I stopped counting the years long ago. As I stand now, I have returned to the star.
[His eyes move to Hermes' own then, and they appear somewhat saddened, just for a small moment, perhaps indicating that he had reconsidered an affirmation made long ago. Yet he moves on.]
...However! There is something to be said for absence making the heart grow fonder. It truly is wonderful to see you once more- regardless of the circumstances.
shananigans will happen between all the nightmare fuel with these two, I hope!
It was all still so very relevant. Despite his reservations about taking the seat and leaving the outpost he had so loved in the hands of his colleagues, the red mask of Fandaniel was a testament to all that had come with it being so very hard-earned. Truthfully, Hythlodaeus would not have chosen to judge the decision to decline if Hermes had done so. Yet that is not what happened.
So surprised he is- yet it is good surprise- characterized by a small nod of assent as well as his eyes turning, briefly, into crescents. He moves close to Hermes once again after he has taken his last look at the altar- at the white and the red mask lying nestled amongst so many other treasures- and he walks with him. ]
Well. I certainly feel lighter. I imagine we'll be in differing attire next.
[An impish smile soon accompanies that remark (for it is a joke!) and as he weaves his way in and out of the crowd he never strays too far from the man beside him. Even now, his sight is at work. There is something different about Hermes. The mark that had formed itself upon his wrist is the culprit most certainly, for he did not have the benefit of his sight in regard to self-examination and had, as of yet, no cause to sense his own.
Curious. Yet harmless, he decides. For there is nothing about it that should give way to concern or suspicion. So, he decides to push it to the back of his mind, and begin to answer the foremost questions first.
The answer comes as he turns to examine a stall selling all manner of food items, as well as drinks. A quaint kind of stall- with a long window at the front and a bench for sitting attached.]
As for how long it has been...
[Moments ago in his memory, if one were to go by the hue of Amon's soul. Regardless, the creature that seized control of lord Zodiark was not Hermes. He is certain.]
Nigh on an eternity, regrettably. I believe that I stopped counting the years long ago. As I stand now, I have returned to the star.
[His eyes move to Hermes' own then, and they appear somewhat saddened, just for a small moment, perhaps indicating that he had reconsidered an affirmation made long ago. Yet he moves on.]
...However! There is something to be said for absence making the heart grow fonder. It truly is wonderful to see you once more- regardless of the circumstances.