Lemm has three tablets cradled in one arm and a fourth held close to his face with narrowed eyes, stalking the halls with a little bit of urgency and a little bit of fascination. This was hideous business, but the application of Soul to perform feats beyond the physical - that's something everyone dreams of. As with most of a historian's findings it's notable. Science at the cost of life, but science nonetheless. Hallownest truly was an absolute behemoth of berserk advancement, in its time.
It's not about the Soul, it's about the drive of the bugs back then, years ago, to do this. How awful, what a plague it must have been, what a blight. Lemm thinks of the ways he could present his findings as he follows the corridor out towards the open door and the rainy balcony with a hole in the middle. Would it even be palatable to his peers, to wider intellectualism if he didn't blunt the teeth? How can he de-sentimentalise the narrative?
He follows the path of broken ceilings, and almost to the edge of the broken floor, his hearing explodes numb as every bit of him goes cold.
Lemm clings his findings to himself to avoid dropping them and glances about in sudden, inexplicable horror. He can feel it, though. Sweeping the length of his beard over one text-laden arm to avoid tripping, he inches closer to the hole in the floor, and peers over and down into the pit.
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Date: 2022-11-07 08:30 pm (UTC)It's not about the Soul, it's about the drive of the bugs back then, years ago, to do this. How awful, what a plague it must have been, what a blight. Lemm thinks of the ways he could present his findings as he follows the corridor out towards the open door and the rainy balcony with a hole in the middle. Would it even be palatable to his peers, to wider intellectualism if he didn't blunt the teeth? How can he de-sentimentalise the narrative?
He follows the path of broken ceilings, and almost to the edge of the broken floor, his hearing explodes numb as every bit of him goes cold.
Lemm clings his findings to himself to avoid dropping them and glances about in sudden, inexplicable horror. He can feel it, though. Sweeping the length of his beard over one text-laden arm to avoid tripping, he inches closer to the hole in the floor, and peers over and down into the pit.