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[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc winced when Asminys finished his thought for him. He slowly lowered his hands back to his sides. For a moment he closed his eyes, his mind always calculating, always parsing, always factoring. How had he missed this? Emryc sighed as he opened his eyes again, remembering Asminys’ words. Emryc had created himself in the image of his Gods. He had achieved it long ago. He was Andraste, he was not Alais Drast. He was Kravos, he was not Kal Vox. He was the Eternal, he was not Siris. He made up the aspects of his gods long after they had given up their humanity.

“I don’t strike myself to repent….” He spoke quietly, realizing it as he did so, “I strike myself to feel. I strike myself to believe that there is humanity left still to stamp out. To remind myself of a time when I was….if I ever was,” Emryc admitted to himself and to Asminys. For all the emotions he could externally show, his heart remained frozen. Untouched. Warmth engulfed around it so close, but it had been locked away long ago. By his own doing. Long before he realized. He had been punishing himself to feel the sting to bring himself to life.

His jaw tightened as he finally looked up at Asminys again, “You desire me,” He said flatly, “You desire me in ways I can’t give you. In ways I don’t know how..” He had seen enough passion whirling from the man to know it went beyond simple nights of carnal desires. With a sick feeling, he began to wonder whether Asminys had been collecting his own scars. Scars within himself that Emryc could never see. Lashes that struck, but carried no weight because Emryc didn't bother to look, “Have you always known? Did you know you cared for a monster?”

Emryc thought about the first time they had met, the time when Asminys had thought him weak, “Am I the man you’ve wanted me to become?”

@Arclight

 

[Asminys]

Asminys watched Emryc wince at the strike of his words, the truth of him finally out for him to see. Asminys watched him close his eyes as he calculated, analyzed, digested the information. He came to his conclusion and voiced it, with the cold precision of a machine.

"I suspected." He finally said after a long moment. He hadn't known for sure, but he had always seen the uncaring glint in Emryc's eyes. The way he looked at the world through those silver pools like the world was his plaything. How nothing touched him. And how he never thought to ask. "A monster knows its own, or am I not a monster in your eyes?" He was curious as to how Emryc truly saw him, though he doubted he would get an answer.

"You have created a masterpiece." He admitted as Emryc asked if he was what he had wanted him to become. "The Cadre-master's would be jealous now of your work, if they still lived." He knew the Cadre had been seeking to create unwavering slaves to fight the Sith's battles for them, but Asminys long suspected they had actually sought to create a better form of Sith through their experiments.

Asminys wondered if Emryc wasn't the same.

@Sreeya

 

[Emryc Thorne]

Emryc could only faintly smile at the words from Asminys. He appraised him as if Emryc were a finely crafted weapon on display. It vaguely reminded him of himself, but he was more aware now of how he operated. He heard Asminys praise him, mentioning the Cadre-masters that would have been proud. He sounded so much like some of the people back on the space station. Back when they noted things down on their clipboards and mentioned progress. Back when he was given the figurines of his gods, when he began his devotion.

He stepped towards Asminys then, letting silence linger for a while after the Sith Lord finished speaking. His eyes were as icy as ever, but his hands reached out to grasp Asminys’, entwining their fingers again.

“No,” He said simply, “You are not a monster,” Emryc spoke quietly, gazing into those burning eyes, “They failed with you where they succeeded with me. There is humanity in you still, humanity that remained unwavering and alive. Humanity that lends you your greatest strength...your freedom,” Emryc took in sight of Asminys as if noting the details of his face for the first time, “Cherish it. Cherish it with every fiber of your being and hold onto it. Because in the end it is the only thing that is truly yours. It is the only thing that was not forged by them.”

Emryc exhaled slowly, raising Asminys’ hand up to kiss his knuckles, “As for me….I will simply have to be convincing enough till you can forget what I truly am,” A sad smile graced his face. He was not going to play the game Asminys wanted him to play. He was not going to marvel at his own ascension above humanity, which ultimately served to twist him into a hollow shell. He wouldn’t give Asminys that satisfaction.

@Arclight