Lemm doesn't look at first, which is unfortunate. He is busy, pretending to work, pretending to write, pretending this is a normal encounter even though he isn't acting normally at all and neither is his guest.
When he eventually does look up, it's to the uncomfortable stillness the Hollow Knight has about them. It's to the grasped hand around the cleaning cloth, the tautness in the air. And Lemm does not know what to do but admit that The Hollow Knight isn't what he expected.
But what if they stay there forever? So he can't just sit and wait for them to go, either. He's spurred to stand up, approach, stand in front of them so that he has to draw their full attention - like an awkward child confronting another on a playground. Embarrassing and ridiculous. He's too old for this particular brand of awkward. One hand folds itself jauntily on his hip, as if that makes anything better.
"Aye." And then a repeat, slightly louder. "Aye, look! I can see something's bothering you, but it doesn't belong in my shop. I'm a Relic Seeker. Understand? A historian. My job is to give the past a proper burial." He folds his arms over his beard. "If you're not buried, you're not the past. So stop living in it."
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Date: 2020-08-26 11:09 pm (UTC)When he eventually does look up, it's to the uncomfortable stillness the Hollow Knight has about them. It's to the grasped hand around the cleaning cloth, the tautness in the air. And Lemm does not know what to do but admit that The Hollow Knight isn't what he expected.
But what if they stay there forever? So he can't just sit and wait for them to go, either. He's spurred to stand up, approach, stand in front of them so that he has to draw their full attention - like an awkward child confronting another on a playground. Embarrassing and ridiculous. He's too old for this particular brand of awkward. One hand folds itself jauntily on his hip, as if that makes anything better.
"Aye." And then a repeat, slightly louder. "Aye, look! I can see something's bothering you, but it doesn't belong in my shop. I'm a Relic Seeker. Understand? A historian. My job is to give the past a proper burial." He folds his arms over his beard. "If you're not buried, you're not the past. So stop living in it."