[The uncertainty is not something he'd usually hear from Emet-selch; the man was confident, and even smug. Though perhaps that wasn't accounting for the difference a thousand years could make?]
What, are your eyes failing you so that you don't even recognize me anymore? [He teases, punctuating it with a little chuckle, as he lowers his arms.]
Truth be told, I haven't the faintest idea why I'm here. One minute I've finally returned to the aetherial sea, and the next I've woken up here. And on top of that, my dear friend is doubting my very presence!
[He tilts his head curiously, one hand on his hip as the other thoughtfully held the end of his chin.]
How interesting... you were already there by the time I returned to the sea, but it seems that you don't remember it. Perhaps it has to do with your strange appearance...?
I am aware I ought to be there, but I believe I was interrupted in the journey by arriving here, instead.
[Which is equally troubling! Clearly something has happened, following his death, but the last thing he remembers...
He shakes his head. No sense lingering on that thought. Or on the mention of his appearance, for that matter, when there are more important topics at hand.]
...loathe as I am to ask what could possibly have gone so wrong after my passing: how did your soul ever return?
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What, are your eyes failing you so that you don't even recognize me anymore? [He teases, punctuating it with a little chuckle, as he lowers his arms.]
Truth be told, I haven't the faintest idea why I'm here. One minute I've finally returned to the aetherial sea, and the next I've woken up here. And on top of that, my dear friend is doubting my very presence!
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[There's no mistaking that soul-- there never would be. His arms fold as he takes that answer in, though, brow furrowing in a deeper frown.]
But to my knowledge, you should not have been there, either. Were your soul present in the aetherial sea, I most certainly would have known.
[-and the implications aren't ones he cares to consider, though he's already mentally running through possibilities.]
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[He tilts his head curiously, one hand on his hip as the other thoughtfully held the end of his chin.]
How interesting... you were already there by the time I returned to the sea, but it seems that you don't remember it. Perhaps it has to do with your strange appearance...?
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[Which is equally troubling! Clearly something has happened, following his death, but the last thing he remembers...
He shakes his head. No sense lingering on that thought. Or on the mention of his appearance, for that matter, when there are more important topics at hand.]
...loathe as I am to ask what could possibly have gone so wrong after my passing: how did your soul ever return?