[It's a strange thing, being told that he's important. Never did he consider himself to be and yet he'd found himself with more and more responsibility as the years passed. When Emet-Selch opens his arms he's astounded, frozen in place as he processes what he's being welcomed to do.
When it finally registers he shuffles over toward his friend, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. Now that he's got a hold of him he'll be loathe to let go.]
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When it finally registers he shuffles over toward his friend, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace. Now that he's got a hold of him he'll be loathe to let go.]