[he reaches up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, exhaling a frustrated sound.]
You have the most terrible sense of timing, I do hope you are aware-- are you certain that was not lost along with your sight?
[he's about to die, and here chiron is saying he's deeply fond of him. enough so to stay by his side, enough so to wish to be there until his very death. to leave his own world for it.
I will say in my slight defense, I only recently came to the realization that this is the path that would satisfy me most.
[Though:]
I am not searching for any answer other than if you would allow me to remain with you at all, and if it does not satisfy you, then the matter is closed.
[there is a stretch of silence in response; some of the tension leaves his posture, eventually, shoulders slumped.]
...I do not know how much of myself there is left to give, Archer.
[a shake of his head, his voice quiet, faintly strained.]
Everything that I am belongs to my world, to my people. To this burden I took willingly upon myself-- my very soul is claimed by our god, tempered in His aether.
I cannot truly tell you if a place at my side exists.
[there may be no room for it, in the life he has led for thousands upon thousands on years. it's been so long since he ever would have considered it that he hasn't evaluated, hasn't spared it any thought-- who, after all, would have taken that place?]
[Spoken gently, with fondness, because Chiron already knew as much, and it did little to stay his decision.]
Perhaps it is a selfish wish that I place upon you, that I be allowed to follow you on your path, wherever it takes you... but that is all I had ever planned to ask.
[He isn't looking for anything -- not Emet's attention, or grace, or devotion -- just to be there in the moments where Emet might allow some of his burdens to slip onto another, if only for a few seconds.
[And with that, Chiron slips seamlessly back into business, into his duty as the holder of memories for another. He nods at Emet's answer without argument.]
...I am sure you remember what I was most curious about, when you spoke of your gods.
[there's- a faint hint of a smile there, very nearly amused, but it quickly smooths into something serious once more. sharing something like this deserves it.]
I hold the seat of Emet-Selch, but as for my true name-
[he ensures he is holding chiron's gaze, when he speaks.]
Also I do not even have an icon that truly conveys the level of "Chiron has shut down, please press the power button to reboot" that his expression is wearing.]
[And this icon also don't capture the sheer "I feel like I'm going to evaporate immediately" because of course the Greek deity is trained to fear and respect that particular name even if he doesn't remember he's a deity.]
Master Hades?
[By the gods, no, he never got a chance to interact with Hades in his lifetime but Emet cannot be him for obvious reasons, and yet the title comes out anyway]
I am quite certain I have told you I am not a god.
[ah. there's that faint amusement again.]
...it does sound as if we have our similarities, given what you told me of your deity Hades' involvement with the Underworld... but we have no such pantheon in our world. A strange coincidence, yes, but 'tis mere coincidence and nothing more.
[The persephone jokes I will make if Emet does not fuckin reject him like he should--
Also no, Emet stared at his blind-ass eyes and still got the reaction he wanted. This is why Chiron is on the floor.]
... Are there more who once shared the names of my own gods? Or are you the lone exception?
[Once he's more or less composed himself -- still on the floor, only this time with his arms crossed as a cushion for his head -- the questions of course begin. There is no restraint in him for once, not with a name reveal like that]
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[With frank honesty, no fear in his voice. Even that he is too old for.]
And even so, I would still stay with you, until the void -- because I want to.
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Ah, there seems to be a misunderstanding...?
Yes, your history moved me, but it is only out of deep fondness for you that I offered at all.
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[he reaches up to pinch at the bridge of his nose, exhaling a frustrated sound.]
You have the most terrible sense of timing, I do hope you are aware-- are you certain that was not lost along with your sight?
[he's about to die, and here chiron is saying he's deeply fond of him. enough so to stay by his side, enough so to wish to be there until his very death. to leave his own world for it.
he knew that chiron was willing to die for him-
but this is another development entirely.]
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trying not to chuckle, this is no laughing matter
and yet has to quickly turn his head]
I will say in my slight defense, I only recently came to the realization that this is the path that would satisfy me most.
[Though:]
I am not searching for any answer other than if you would allow me to remain with you at all, and if it does not satisfy you, then the matter is closed.
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...I do not know how much of myself there is left to give, Archer.
[a shake of his head, his voice quiet, faintly strained.]
Everything that I am belongs to my world, to my people. To this burden I took willingly upon myself-- my very soul is claimed by our god, tempered in His aether.
I cannot truly tell you if a place at my side exists.
[there may be no room for it, in the life he has led for thousands upon thousands on years. it's been so long since he ever would have considered it that he hasn't evaluated, hasn't spared it any thought-- who, after all, would have taken that place?]
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[Spoken gently, with fondness, because Chiron already knew as much, and it did little to stay his decision.]
Perhaps it is a selfish wish that I place upon you, that I be allowed to follow you on your path, wherever it takes you... but that is all I had ever planned to ask.
[He isn't looking for anything -- not Emet's attention, or grace, or devotion -- just to be there in the moments where Emet might allow some of his burdens to slip onto another, if only for a few seconds.
He simply doesn't want him to be so alone]
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[almost musing aloud, more than anything. it still asks much, but at its core...
it's very straightforward, for how complicated it feels.]
...I cannot answer you now. There will not be hours enough to decide, I think, before my time comes.
But I may at least give you my name, in the meantime. I would have someone hold to it ere I pass.
[and chiron is, perhaps, the only one he would entrust it to.]
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Very well.
What is it then?
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[there's- a faint hint of a smile there, very nearly amused, but it quickly smooths into something serious once more. sharing something like this deserves it.]
I hold the seat of Emet-Selch, but as for my true name-
[he ensures he is holding chiron's gaze, when he speaks.]
I am Hades.
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Also I do not even have an icon that truly conveys the level of "Chiron has shut down, please press the power button to reboot" that his expression is wearing.]
-- Eh?
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Master Hades?
[By the gods, no, he never got a chance to interact with Hades in his lifetime but Emet cannot be him for obvious reasons, and yet the title comes out anyway]
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[ah. there's that faint amusement again.]
...it does sound as if we have our similarities, given what you told me of your deity Hades' involvement with the Underworld... but we have no such pantheon in our world. A strange coincidence, yes, but 'tis mere coincidence and nothing more.
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Chiron promptly lets his human half fall, chin propped on the floor.]
I see...
[No he's still blind and can hear the self-satisfaction in Emet's -- Hades??? -- voice!! Chiron's tail whips around like an aggravated snake]
Well I will not soon forget it.
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also I FORGOT HE WAS BLIND IGNORE THAT THING I SAID IN MY TAG EARLIER wow. it's late that's my excuse.]
I expect you will not.
[this is his fucking reverse uno for dropping a confession on him.]
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Also no, Emet stared at his blind-ass eyes and still got the reaction he wanted. This is why Chiron is on the floor.]
... Are there more who once shared the names of my own gods? Or are you the lone exception?
[Once he's more or less composed himself -- still on the floor, only this time with his arms crossed as a cushion for his head -- the questions of course begin. There is no restraint in him for once, not with a name reveal like that]