He wraps his arms around Emet, clinging tightly, like to a lifeline. Even if it was possible to understand him, he's not quite in the state to speak, his sobs choking him. But he manages to whisper something out:
Because I love you, Hythlodaeus. Levity. Whatever name you prefer. If everything I have lived through has not changed that by now, well, I doubt anything will.
He curls up some more, letting himself cry for a time. In some strange way, it's a heavy and scary thing to be loved, especially by Alexander and Cosmo, especially despite the imperfections Levity sees in himself. But it's something he yearns for, too.
Eventually, he pulls back slightly, taking one of Alexander's hands in his own, placing the shard he's pulled out of himself onto Alexander's palm.
Surprisingly enough, one of the entrance doors seems to be open a crack! It seems that the first floor is still intact, at least. And given how unreliable distance and physics is within a heart, well, maybe it's possible to ascend it still.
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"ẅ̢́h̪̤͚̠͓͛̓̍̃̕ÿ̲̝͚̳̊̆̆?̹̯̗͎͐̐̿͠.̹̊.͓̅̌ͅ"
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[He kisses the top of his head.]
Because I love you, Hythlodaeus. Levity. Whatever name you prefer. If everything I have lived through has not changed that by now, well, I doubt anything will.
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Eventually, he pulls back slightly, taking one of Alexander's hands in his own, placing the shard he's pulled out of himself onto Alexander's palm.
"s̠̥̟̭̲͑̽̿̚̚ļ͙͉̾͑̈e̠̮̩͐̌̀̄͢ḙ̢̆̿̓͟p̬̽i̙͆ǹ͔̩̂ģ̼̲͗̕͡,̙̀ ̫͖͚̌͊̅in̲̒ ͔͚̩̇̆͡t͜͝h͈͔́̊e ̪̻͌͂͗͒͜͢t̢͓̱͌̒̀̚͢o̟̪͎̜̅̀͒̐w̪͔̫̿̓́̓͢͜͠ë̗̟̤̳́͊͘͝r͑͜.͙͓̟̞̩́̓̑̔̕.̹̩̇̔.̘̦̼̹̑̀̔̅ ͇̺̈́̋b̭͚̻̠͊̔̚͠ŗ̖̈́̒i̟̥̺͋̎̔͆͜n͍̟̣͓̄̂̊̀̏͟g̬͂ ̙͉͛̂mē̖,͕̜͊̂ ̹͓̐̄t̟͙̭̑̈́̊̐͟o̲͚͙͙͂̾̈́͠ ̨̻̪̪̊̇̾͡h͚̹̭͐́̕͝ͅi̖̩̙̲͙̊̍͑̓̑m̧̠̋͞.̩̻͖̪̍́̉͠"
It's like being asked to orchestrate a little Rejoining, but with less murder!
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Of course.
[He does then look up at the bisected tower and its sections. How does one go about getting in that?]
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"t̡͍̗̘̄͋̇͌h̭̣͍͎̿̐́̎an̬̪̘͆̇͘͟͢͡͞k͚̖̯̈͂̑.̞̝̓̋.̟̼̀̋.͖͚̄͝ ̝̣̀̈́͂ͅy̡̯͖̘̋̐̏͘͟͠o̟̗͓͑́̒ů̥̼̓.̡̱̭̟̻̒̿́̂̏"
In Alexander's arms, bird-Levity gives him one last hug, slumps against him... and then fades away, dissolving into the aether of the crystal shard.
What now?
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And it's definitely possible to squeeze through!