"I've no idea," Kaeya admits softly. He doesn't look all that sad about it. It's odd how easy it is for him to let this presence guide him into specific actions, but if he were of sounder mind right now, he'd be telling Emet-Selch to stay away. He continues on, "Someone warm... I think. Someone who wants to be rid of all suffering."
The more he talks, the more derange he must sound, and yet he doesn't see anything wrong with that all. He continues to admire the crystalflies, watching them all intently. It brings him back to better days, when things were much simpler and kinder. The tips of his hair are slowly becoming more ashen and pale, crawling upwards as the delusion continues to play. There's no mistaking the sound of boyish laughter once he hears it, and when he turns—
The crystalflies swirl to melt away the streets of Venera, shifting into a stretch of healthy vineyards and a distinguished house past them. In front of Emet-Selch now stands a much younger version of Kaeya, looking up at him with a curious eye.
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The more he talks, the more derange he must sound, and yet he doesn't see anything wrong with that all. He continues to admire the crystalflies, watching them all intently. It brings him back to better days, when things were much simpler and kinder. The tips of his hair are slowly becoming more ashen and pale, crawling upwards as the delusion continues to play. There's no mistaking the sound of boyish laughter once he hears it, and when he turns—
The crystalflies swirl to melt away the streets of Venera, shifting into a stretch of healthy vineyards and a distinguished house past them. In front of Emet-Selch now stands a much younger version of Kaeya, looking up at him with a curious eye.
"Are you lost...?"