The strange embrace caused Emeros to calm down. The vision he had seen was terrifying, and the demand was too high. In the myriad of emotions that Emeros felt, he somehow felt a great sense of comfort.
Emeros fell asleep.
Yet even then, Pseudon could speak to him.
"It's one of the few things I could give. The comforting hug that your mother passed on. It won't make you stronger... but I hope it can help me, and she apologizes for everything we put you through." Pseudos smiled.
"The me now is already dead. Yet, in my lies, I divided my form into many weaker incarnations. I took Some weak forms in the hope that I would meet you. But for this to be kept hidden, these incarnations of mine won't remember themselves to be me. But they will sense some strange form of familiarity to you." Pseudos explained as his form began to fade.
A small, faint power began to cover Emeros.
