Repeated exposure to the illness has left Emet-Selch dusted with an unmistakable lack of color. His hair is completely white and his complexion has turned a shade more pale than usual. Even his clothes have taken on an obviously washed-out tinge to them; what was black before has begun to look pale gray.
The sacrifices have not been without their successes. It seems like they could finally be making headway on ridding the city of the illness once and for all. But it is difficult to persevere through the beginning throws of that very illness. He presses on, however, intent on finding a one of the sources. He has heard rumblings on who it could be.
With one look at Howl, it becomes apparent that those rumors are true.
Emet-Selch opens his mouth to call to him but he finds it difficult to recall ....a name. It's muddled as he struggles to focus. He can only think about the name of another - one who can not possibly be here, but whom he resembles...
Old Memories - Closed to Howl
The sacrifices have not been without their successes. It seems like they could finally be making headway on ridding the city of the illness once and for all. But it is difficult to persevere through the beginning throws of that very illness. He presses on, however, intent on finding a one of the sources. He has heard rumblings on who it could be.
With one look at Howl, it becomes apparent that those rumors are true.
Emet-Selch opens his mouth to call to him but he finds it difficult to recall ....a name. It's muddled as he struggles to focus. He can only think about the name of another - one who can not possibly be here, but whom he resembles...