[ Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer, he supposes. Why he thought for even one second that Fandaniel might resist what the snakes have to say, he doesn’t know. Wishful thinking, perhaps. ]
Would you like to be made a smear on the pavement?
Hmmmm... Now that you mention it, I wouldn't terribly mind being a smear on the pavement.
[He crouches down and releases the snake into the cobbles as he continues talking.]
I've failed in my grand endeavor, so I might as well perish by the hands of the greatest of all sorcerers. 'Tis certainly preferable to dying by the hands of an inferior man.
[Slowly, he stands, brushes his gloved hands on his robe, then looks back to Emet-Selch.]
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Would you like to be made a smear on the pavement?
[ Don’t try him!! ]
Stars, what are you scheming?
cw: suicidal ideation
[He crouches down and releases the snake into the cobbles as he continues talking.]
I've failed in my grand endeavor, so I might as well perish by the hands of the greatest of all sorcerers. 'Tis certainly preferable to dying by the hands of an inferior man.
[Slowly, he stands, brushes his gloved hands on his robe, then looks back to Emet-Selch.]
Were you offering?
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You and I both know that were I to end you here, you would simply be brought back.
[ Emet-Selch’s eyes flick over him, though his gaze doesn’t linger overlong. ]
With your soul worse off for it.
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[He grasps the hem of his robe and swings it about, rattling the chains around his waist.]
'Tis all that ever mattered.
[A scowl twists his face, then quickly evaporates.]
What were we talking about?