[ Emet-Selch has never been subject to the miqo'te's piercing gaze. Not yet. He meets it with a stern and stony expression, unmoved. ]

I am resolved to save my people, Exarch, and I will sacrifice whatever is necessary to achieve that. I have already given more than you could ever imagine. I would even offer up my own soul in a heartbeat if it ensured certain victory. Striking a deal with that mysterious figure was hardly that severe.

[ He turns away and folds his arms tightly across his chest. He would never admit to wanting to indulge in a moment of weakness to an enemy. It's not as though he could have predicted more people from the Etheirys would appear and question his judgement. ]

Think whatever you like. The opinion of someone such as yourself is worth little and less to me.