You-- stop moving, have I ever told you how foolish a god you are?
[many times, undoubtedly. he huffs out a breath as he reaches out to push xie lian back down, though not too forcefully. stubborn. so, so stubborn, even like this.]
Of all the times that I could have chosen to come, I should think this is not a poor one... but I do not know that even I may do much about your condition.
[while he could understand it if xie lian had wished to be alone for this, not to be seen like this... the fact of his state remains, and it would not do for him to be lying here on his own with it going completely unknown if anything were to go wrong.]
he goes with the push when it's given, though. honestly, xie lian's not really strong enough to fight it right now, so he can't be stubborn in much but his words, and the persistently calm expression on his face, despite the fact that he is, really, in an agonizing amount of pain. xie lian does lift a hand, though, as if to wave off the notion of emet doing anything. ]
...It will heal, eventually. [ it always does. ] I have been reduced to less...and survived worse. There's no need for anything to be done... just time.
[
....he thinks?
he's never had his soul damaged before. this is a new one!
anyway. there's a pause. his eyes open again from the smile, a little softer, now, wryness in his words. ] ...You will always find something to call me foolish for, one way or another... Even with no explanation, already...? Haha...
I most certainly will, for you have shown no signs of growing less foolish with time. I have utmost faith in your ability to continue giving me headaches like few others have ever been capable of.
[god of migraines, as far as emet-selch is concerned. truly impossible.
and yet here he still is, dealing with xie lian once again.]
You are aware that you speak not only of your body, but your very soul? How certain are you that it will repair itself-- in all the time you have remained silent, it still appears that it barely holds.
[will it heal fast enough, is the question, if it will indeed heal at all.]
[ that comes with a huff of a laugh, xie lian's mouth lifting at the corners, as he turns his head back straight again and closes his eyes. even like this, his good humor never seems to really fade.
...the amusement disappears from his expression, though, more serious, and xie lian takes another deep breath, feels the way it rattles his bones. inhale, exhale. ]
... When I... the last time I was grievously injured physically. To the point of what should have been no return. [ when he was a pile of completely unrecognizable blood and flesh on his own altar, one hundred killing blows later. emet would know, if he can remember their shared memories, from centuries past. ] ...It took a week for my body to properly heal itself back to where I could even stand. There was no injury to my core.
This... will take longer. [ no shit?
he reaches up to touch over his heart, his movements slow. ] ...But my heart is beating, and I can feel my core still. It is knitting itself back together.
...Besides, I can speak, right now. And I can move some, too. That is an improvement over last month.
Only a week, and now you have gone a month, perhaps two-- still in this pitiful state.
[his mouth thins into a line as he frowns, looking xie lian over; looking through him, almost, as he takes a closer look at the state of his soul.]
Just what do you intend to do, Xie Lian? Lie here for the better part of a year-- several years, perhaps, and simply wait? All anyone would need to do is strike at you once more while you are in this condition to undo the progress you have made.
The Heavens don't need me. I spend most of my time in the mortal realm anyway, heavenly emperor or not. I don't need to be at my full strength, either... just enough to be perceived as strong, and then I'll be fine. In order to strike at me to wound me... they would have to hit me, first.
[ so
yeah! that's his exact plan. he has enough protection in puji that he can just lick his wounds for a couple months. he'll be fine!
as for what happened...
xie lian's quiet for a moment, taking a few steady breaths to keep himself anchored to reality as he dips into his memories of before his body started healing itself.
the strongest, clearest memory is the fevered prayers of his believers, calling for the heavenly emperor to protect them. to keep them safe.
this time, xie lian refused to fail. ] ...A creature of a great magnitude attacked the world of the mortal realm with the intent of destroying it. Not just here - but outside of Zhongguo, to the entire planet itself. I preempted it to protect the humans of this world...and fought with it until I was able to eliminate it from existence before it harmed anyone else.
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[many times, undoubtedly. he huffs out a breath as he reaches out to push xie lian back down, though not too forcefully. stubborn. so, so stubborn, even like this.]
Of all the times that I could have chosen to come, I should think this is not a poor one... but I do not know that even I may do much about your condition.
[while he could understand it if xie lian had wished to be alone for this, not to be seen like this... the fact of his state remains, and it would not do for him to be lying here on his own with it going completely unknown if anything were to go wrong.]
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he goes with the push when it's given, though. honestly, xie lian's not really strong enough to fight it right now, so he can't be stubborn in much but his words, and the persistently calm expression on his face, despite the fact that he is, really, in an agonizing amount of pain. xie lian does lift a hand, though, as if to wave off the notion of emet doing anything. ]
...It will heal, eventually. [ it always does. ] I have been reduced to less...and survived worse. There's no need for anything to be done... just time.
[
....he thinks?
he's never had his soul damaged before. this is a new one!
anyway. there's a pause. his eyes open again from the smile, a little softer, now, wryness in his words. ] ...You will always find something to call me foolish for, one way or another... Even with no explanation, already...? Haha...
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[god of migraines, as far as emet-selch is concerned. truly impossible.
and yet here he still is, dealing with xie lian once again.]
You are aware that you speak not only of your body, but your very soul? How certain are you that it will repair itself-- in all the time you have remained silent, it still appears that it barely holds.
[will it heal fast enough, is the question, if it will indeed heal at all.]
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[ that comes with a huff of a laugh, xie lian's mouth lifting at the corners, as he turns his head back straight again and closes his eyes. even like this, his good humor never seems to really fade.
...the amusement disappears from his expression, though, more serious, and xie lian takes another deep breath, feels the way it rattles his bones. inhale, exhale. ]
... When I... the last time I was grievously injured physically. To the point of what should have been no return. [ when he was a pile of completely unrecognizable blood and flesh on his own altar, one hundred killing blows later. emet would know, if he can remember their shared memories, from centuries past. ] ...It took a week for my body to properly heal itself back to where I could even stand. There was no injury to my core.
This... will take longer. [ no shit?
he reaches up to touch over his heart, his movements slow. ] ...But my heart is beating, and I can feel my core still. It is knitting itself back together.
...Besides, I can speak, right now. And I can move some, too. That is an improvement over last month.
[ yikes! ]
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[his mouth thins into a line as he frowns, looking xie lian over; looking through him, almost, as he takes a closer look at the state of his soul.]
Just what do you intend to do, Xie Lian? Lie here for the better part of a year-- several years, perhaps, and simply wait? All anyone would need to do is strike at you once more while you are in this condition to undo the progress you have made.
How did this come to be?
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yeah! that's his exact plan. he has enough protection in puji that he can just lick his wounds for a couple months. he'll be fine!
as for what happened...
xie lian's quiet for a moment, taking a few steady breaths to keep himself anchored to reality as he dips into his memories of before his body started healing itself.
the strongest, clearest memory is the fevered prayers of his believers, calling for the heavenly emperor to protect them. to keep them safe.
this time, xie lian refused to fail. ] ...A creature of a great magnitude attacked the world of the mortal realm with the intent of destroying it. Not just here - but outside of Zhongguo, to the entire planet itself. I preempted it to protect the humans of this world...and fought with it until I was able to eliminate it from existence before it harmed anyone else.
I would have sooner died than let it succeed.