"You...really want me there? For something like that?" he finally asks. When César doesn't immediately answer in the negative, Tarantulas begins to actually stammer, flustered once again. "César, that would...I'd be very pleased -- no, that's not the right word," he interrupts himself, grimacing. "I mean, it'd be an honor. I'd be honored to attend."
It's not simply the event himself that has him so emotional. He's seen funerals before, from tens of thousands of different cultures -- but always from a distance, as a neutral observer. He's never felt any attachment to a member of the family before, nor they to him. This invitation is unprecedented, despite the extreme length of his life.
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"You...really want me there? For something like that?" he finally asks. When César doesn't immediately answer in the negative, Tarantulas begins to actually stammer, flustered once again. "César, that would...I'd be very pleased -- no, that's not the right word," he interrupts himself, grimacing. "I mean, it'd be an honor. I'd be honored to attend."
It's not simply the event himself that has him so emotional. He's seen funerals before, from tens of thousands of different cultures -- but always from a distance, as a neutral observer. He's never felt any attachment to a member of the family before, nor they to him. This invitation is unprecedented, despite the extreme length of his life.