[ The message is relatively brusque, but it's not particularly surprising even given his passing acquaintance with August β and, more to the point, it's hardly as though that'll keep him from meeting him at the appointed place and time. Punctual as ever, Emmrich arrives early, smiling and bowing his head as he settles into the booth.
(He hasn't told anyone about his death apart from the trio he'd appointed to see him through it, and no visible marks of it remain. There's just the patch of grey, pallid skin above his heart, as though to make it clear where he's always been weakest. An academic, through and through, with the kind of soft heart that complicates a matter like death. But that's tucked away beneath his shirt, his waistcoat, layers of clothing that make him, to the naked eye, exactly the same as the last time they'd encountered each other.) ]
I'm glad to see you, August, [ he offers, his attention warm and keen. ]
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(He hasn't told anyone about his death apart from the trio he'd appointed to see him through it, and no visible marks of it remain. There's just the patch of grey, pallid skin above his heart, as though to make it clear where he's always been weakest. An academic, through and through, with the kind of soft heart that complicates a matter like death. But that's tucked away beneath his shirt, his waistcoat, layers of clothing that make him, to the naked eye, exactly the same as the last time they'd encountered each other.) ]
I'm glad to see you, August, [ he offers, his attention warm and keen. ]
How have you been?