If only Kaeya still has the capacity to care about Emet-Selch's growing annoyance, no matter how subtle it is, but he seems unbothered as always. Perhaps the other Aion can see the way his eyebrow raises when asked, as if wondering what he meant by that.
"Oh, you know... Dazed looks. No sense of self-preservation. Much like the locals' symptoms that we were already aware of," the more he talks, the harder it is to remain focused. His mind is wandering yet again, picturing white feathers and white flesh. He finds himself looking down at his own two palms as if expecting to see something that's not quite there.
"There's something else." When he manages that much, it's as if he gains a sudden burst of clarity. Emet-Selch might be privy to nonsensical whispers that Kaeya is desperately trying to ignore. Whispers that beckon him bring peace to those who are in need of it. "Wings. Porcelain skin. I—" Won't you come and find me? "It's affecting Aions physically too."
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"Oh, you know... Dazed looks. No sense of self-preservation. Much like the locals' symptoms that we were already aware of," the more he talks, the harder it is to remain focused. His mind is wandering yet again, picturing white feathers and white flesh. He finds himself looking down at his own two palms as if expecting to see something that's not quite there.
"There's something else." When he manages that much, it's as if he gains a sudden burst of clarity. Emet-Selch might be privy to nonsensical whispers that Kaeya is desperately trying to ignore. Whispers that beckon him bring peace to those who are in need of it. "Wings. Porcelain skin. I—" Won't you come and find me? "It's affecting Aions physically too."
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"We might be in trouble, I think."