"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
[He ain't lying! Just cause he's a little bitter doesn't mean he has trouble brewing in his head. Gosh! The mention of the Oracle has him scowling more than he already was though and he's quick to snap back at Emet's assessment.]
To hells with the Oracle! Where was she when we needed her?! To think she could just come in at the end-- It was my sacrifice to make!
[Wait-]
Urgh...
[He brings a hand up to his brow, nursing his head. This wasn't the point of the call. He wasn't meaning to air any of this to Emet. Ascians, Hydaelyn, he's tired of them all. After a moment, belatedly he realizes what Emet last said. Honestly how does he even take that? Comfort? A mockery of it perhaps.]
I have no need for your mock comfort, but do as you will.
[Well now! Isn't that a curious response? He can't blame him for the resentment, when his Mother seems rather indolent at the best of times. Utterly negligent at the worst. And so, by extension, such ire reaching the Oracle herself, well...]
Far be it for me to criticize your view on Hydaelyn and her Oracle, in fact, I welcome your fury towards her...but it seems to me that the contempt festering in your bosom is far less for he, and far more for Her.
[He shrugs.]
Nevertheless, I will not stop you while you sort your convictions. But don't you worry, hero, I will most assuredly do as I will—always have, and always will.
[He can't look at the screen, not directly. He's still holding his head in one hand, eyes downcast with a grimace as Emet comments on his outburst. It's plain as day Ardbert wants to reply, to correct him on what he feels is wrong. Both played equal parts to his current situation back home and he wanted nothing to do with either at this point. Just barely does he manage to hold his tongue.]
Enough! I tire of talking.
[Does he? Does he really? Or is he just afraid he's going to overshare again right now. He closes his eyes a moment as he takes a deep breath in, trying to refocus himself. It's hard when you're drunk and he doesn't even succeed, but after a moment he lets his hand drop and he looks back to Emet again. His emotions are still clear on his face despite what he thinks he's managed.]
I've said... I've said what I've called to say.
[And with that, and a little fumbling, he hangs up. Thanks to the thin walls, Emet can probably hear the loud aggravated shouting that follows. Though it's thankfully short lived.]
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To hells with the Oracle! Where was she when we needed her?! To think she could just come in at the end-- It was my sacrifice to make!
[Wait-]
Urgh...
[He brings a hand up to his brow, nursing his head. This wasn't the point of the call. He wasn't meaning to air any of this to Emet. Ascians, Hydaelyn, he's tired of them all. After a moment, belatedly he realizes what Emet last said. Honestly how does he even take that? Comfort? A mockery of it perhaps.]
I have no need for your mock comfort, but do as you will.
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Far be it for me to criticize your view on Hydaelyn and her Oracle, in fact, I welcome your fury towards her...but it seems to me that the contempt festering in your bosom is far less for he, and far more for Her.
[He shrugs.]
Nevertheless, I will not stop you while you sort your convictions. But don't you worry, hero, I will most assuredly do as I will—always have, and always will.
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Enough! I tire of talking.
[Does he? Does he really? Or is he just afraid he's going to overshare again right now. He closes his eyes a moment as he takes a deep breath in, trying to refocus himself. It's hard when you're drunk and he doesn't even succeed, but after a moment he lets his hand drop and he looks back to Emet again. His emotions are still clear on his face despite what he thinks he's managed.]
I've said... I've said what I've called to say.
[And with that, and a little fumbling, he hangs up. Thanks to the thin walls, Emet can probably hear the loud aggravated shouting that follows. Though it's thankfully short lived.]