Watching her, he listened to all she had to say. He didn't really say anything in return, instead just thinking. A lot of people said the same things she did, and a lot of people didn't actually mean them. He wondered, did she actually mean those words? From what he could tell of her so far, these past couple days, he had a feeling that she fell into the category of the type that at least tried to stick to their word. That was good, but was it always good enough? He always wondered that...<br/><br/>Instead of saying anything about it, he gave her a smile, nodding. Tucking away the bit of knowledge she'd given him in the back of his mind. Maybe this commitment of hers would help someday with his goal of finding his friends...Thinking of them, he couldn't help but wonder what they would think of her too. He had a feeling that Wednesday would really like her, and Aeolius as well. For Ecthelion it might take a little time...but there was the problem of Thanatos...now he might not like the fact that Proteus was hanging out with a human woman...But now was not the time to think of things like that.<br/><br/>He looks to Emory as she spoke up again, telling him that her favorite time of day was morning.<span style="font-style: italic">"It does seem like a beautiful time, now that you talk about it in such a way."</span>He smiles at her.<span style="font-style: italic">"If you would like to know, my favorite time of the day is evening, just before the sun sets. That's when..."</span>He stops himself, right as he was about to talk about his friends and how they would spend time together. Why was it he always did that? He always somehow managed to come back to them...<br/><br/>Turning to look at her, his eyes fixed on her face, he listens to her question. What would he do, if he were to die right then? What would he say? Turning his eyes away, and lowering his face to the floor, he gets a blank, and yet rather sad and melancholic expression in his eyes, and a small frown on his lips. He knew exactly what he would say. He knew exactly what he would do... And yet...<span style="font-style: italic">"I do not think I can answer that question..."</span>Not yet anyway. Even the bit having a whole day, it wouldn't be enough to fix all the things he'd done. There would never be...enough time.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Never...there will never be enough time in the world...to do what I wanted...no...needed to do."</span>He raises his face to look at her, giving a small smile, sighing. "No matter how much time I had, I don't think I could ever get everything finished. Chuckling softly, he shakes his head a bit, and sighs again.<span style="font-style: italic">"I'm sorry, that's not really a very good answer."</span><br/><br/>Pushing himself away from the counter, he steps over to where she was standing and looks at the mixture she was working on.<span style="font-style: italic">"You know, I've been wondering...might that be...for Wednesday?"</span>He looked at her, fixated on her face, his eyes glowing softly. Without her even answering, his smile grows genuine, and he steps back.<span style="font-style: italic">"Thank you."</span>Glancing around the room, he looks back to her, seeing that she was a bit flustered, and chuckles again.<span style="font-style: italic">"It means a lot...to know you're doing this for Wednesday. You really are a good person."</span><br/><br/>Stepping back. he walks to the doorway of the kitchen, glancing back at Emory.<span style="font-style: italic">"Did you need my help for anything else? I think I'm going to go check on something for a bit. I apologize for quitting our game so soon, maybe later we can continue? And my question, I can leave with you so you can think it over...what would you do, if you had the choice...if you were given the option of living with those of magic for the rest of your life, would you be willing to give up the life you grew up to know? Forget about the life of mortals, of humans? Would you leave all of that behind, to start a new life? Or would you choose to stay with the life you already know, and give up the chance of this new life? Your choice would be sacrificing one thing for another. To stay with magic, you would have to give up the old life. To keep the old life, you'd have to forget about everything that you'd learned now...Think it over."</span><br/><br/>With that, he left the room, wondering what she would answer with. Prometheus knew this would be a hard question, but if he knew Thanatos as well as he thought he did, he knew that the Dark Elf would ask the very same thing, and it wouldn't be just a question. It would be a life choice, and he would follow through with it too. And no doubt Ecthelion might think the same thing, if not ask it. But Thanatos...he was a whole other story.