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Mayhaps I simply want you to enjoy yourself, old man. Or perhaps I am getting bored with no empires to build.

[He leans into him brushing his thumbs along his stomach where his hands are joined.]

You are most welcome.

[He lifts a hand to brush his fingers over the back of Emet's hand before he drops it to return to steering.]

I enjoy myself in your company. But the new steed is thrilling I admit. If this is what you get up to when bored perhaps I should let you grow bored more often.

I think I shall call her Dorea.

It was better than the bonzai tree that I had originally planned I will admit.

[He leans his head on his shoulder.]

Dorea?

A bonsai? Elegant, though I would not know how to care for one.

[He'd have learned of course. And he tilts his head lightly to press his cheek to Emet's head.]

Gift.

[His naming sense is still bad.]

That would be the point.

[He laughs holding him a bit tighter.]

Does it now? I wonder just how many languages you have picked up over time. Speaking of, I'm teaching Five ours. I know the two of you still study so perhaps you could lecture partially in it.

Giving the old man something to do? I shall remember that if you start giving me trees.

[He is in good spirits.]

Languages? All of them, naturally. But very well. I shall conduct his lessons half in our tongue. See if he can keep up.

Do not scoff at me so. You enjoy puzzles and new questions to solve.

[He closes his eyes just enjoying being close to him.]

I'll give you the schematics if you would like to build another, but it will require the help of Future is Now. I imagine you can improve upon the design.

I do at that.

[Emet-Selch at his back relaxing and content is in fact the best part of this. They're getting close to the coast so he's lifting his head to look around for an empty building with a good looking rooftop view.]

I would love the design. Though there are other things I'd ask of that unit. You said Intensity is the one who built this?

[He lifts his head for a moment.]

What are you looking for?

Yes, it was Intensity.

A place with a good view. Unless you would prefer the beach itself.

A view would be nice.

[And he does lightly tap the pegasus with the heel of his boot.]

It shouldn't dump us both on the ground for such a short flight, but if it does, well, at least I have one friend among the healers.

Hold on tight then.

[Up they go, and Lahabrea urges the pegasus high enough to get a good vantage on seeing which roof looks nice enough to land on.]

[He does hold on tightly with one arm as requested. With the other he does trace Lahabrea's lower back. When he does find the spot with scales him might, just might be scraping his nails over them through cloth.]

[Don't distract the guy flying the pegasus! Or do. He yelps, jumping a little, so it's good Emet has an arm around him keeping him still. The pegasus does veer before he steadies course.]

Hades!

[Not upset, just a little shocked!]

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[He laughs, of course he does. He wraps both arms around him whispering his real name.]

My, how much do I ever love you. You who has ever kept us steady. I am glad you are better.

[He leans back against him, circling the steed down to a high but nice looking rooftop.]

And you know I love you. But I will say it again. You are my heart and soul. I am glad we both are in better spirits after that interesting ordeal.

[He will dismount first, holding out a hand to help him down.]

I did fear your soul damaged, but since the effects do not linger. Well. And I do understand Vergil and Absinthe even if I do not agree with them.

I understand them. I am mad at them but... Well, when you forgive them I suppose I will. But I do still care for Absinthe, and I love Vergil dearly.

[But he would murder either of them if they pulled anything like that again. He hardly needs to say that though does he?

He takes the hand down! Sliding off the metal horse and tugging on Emet's hand until he bends a little, kissing his cheek and then turning to look for a good place to sit.]

Your forgiveness will not come before?

[He does lean down closing his eyes briefly and then being tugged. Once Lahabrea sits he'll rest his head in his lap.]

No.

[He props the umbrella up and leans against the wall, now they are in shade and comfortable and he is going to run his fingers through Emet's hair, massaging his scalp.]

What was done to Zodiark and to me was unfortunate but understandable. What was done to you, being parted from you, I cannot forgive. Not in a thousand thousand lifetimes.

[But if Emet chooses to forgive it he will do his best to get over it.]

[He takes Lahabrea's other hand as his eyes partially close, humming contently at the massage.]

I would disagree, but you are more than capable of making such judgements.

Do not get me wrong, I am not happy about Zodiark or myself.

[He twines their fingers, massage gentle but firm.]

I simply find them easier things to forgive than being parted from you. Especially under such circumstances.

[He tucks their joined hands close to his chest. His now.]

That is because you hate to see others suffer so. Long and hard have you always worked for the salvation of the people you love dearly.

There is much to be upset about. Zodiark. Your untempering. The injuries we both received. All will be weighed for each is a transgression.

[His! That's fine, this Emet-Selch belongs to him anyway. He leans down to kiss Emet-Selch's forehead, brushing his hair back from his face and then taking off his mask. Maybe there are cameras around but he won't wear it right now regardless.]

I am inclined to be forgiving for most of it, as I said. They are dear to us, both. But I can only leave forgiveness for your abandonment to you. Whether you will or will not, whether you even wish to try. There is no rush to decide.

For now I have you and I do not mean to let you go for at least the day.

[He runs his thumb across the back of his hand in a slow circle. With the other he asks for his mask.]

Why does it bother you so much? My abandonment. Surely your un-tempering was far more traumatic.

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