[ A man like Emet-Selch has dignity he must cling to in moments like this. He's walked this far through sheer, fucking will alone but it's always that glimmer of hope which destroys men the fastest. So he grits his teeth and closes his eyes, focused on keeping it all down.
...Until it won't be kept any more.
His body convulses and he heaves. Everything he had taken within himself abruptly evacuates. All that concentrated pain and grief and hate leaves him violently through the only way it can. Emet-Selch can barely see the dark muck he's hurling up through the tears in his eyes. It feels endless.
But it isn't. Eventually there's nothing left to hurl up except the contents of his own stomach - which is blessedly mostly empty. ]
cw: more of the spiritual puke
...Until it won't be kept any more.
His body convulses and he heaves. Everything he had taken within himself abruptly evacuates. All that concentrated pain and grief and hate leaves him violently through the only way it can. Emet-Selch can barely see the dark muck he's hurling up through the tears in his eyes. It feels endless.
But it isn't. Eventually there's nothing left to hurl up except the contents of his own stomach - which is blessedly mostly empty. ]