[Show or not, the fact that Emet-Selch seems to be almost bored isn't anything too terribly out of the ordinary. In fact, their surroundings aside, the whole situation isn't too different from any of the discussions he'd had in Where Nothing Gathers, back at home. If maybe with an extra side of potential threat. But that's not really any difference either - threats on his life are nothing new, as depressing as the thought would be if he let himself dwell on it to any significant degree.
(But hey, he's old. He's allowed to have a few less than stellar coping habits, he figures.)
The shift in Emet-Selch's expression, on the other hand, is interesting. Even so that it strikes a chord in him, one that hasn't been touched on in ages and that he'd expected never would be again; while he doesn't exactly sit up straighter something in the way he holds himself shifts.]
Amaurot, hunh? [There's a note of reverence in his voice as he says the name, almost as if he's paying respect to it and to those who are gone besides. There's a pause, too, before, he speaks up again.] It looks like it was quite the place, if this is anything to go on.
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(But hey, he's old. He's allowed to have a few less than stellar coping habits, he figures.)
The shift in Emet-Selch's expression, on the other hand, is interesting. Even so that it strikes a chord in him, one that hasn't been touched on in ages and that he'd expected never would be again; while he doesn't exactly sit up straighter something in the way he holds himself shifts.]
Amaurot, hunh? [There's a note of reverence in his voice as he says the name, almost as if he's paying respect to it and to those who are gone besides. There's a pause, too, before, he speaks up again.] It looks like it was quite the place, if this is anything to go on.