[ It's the disappointment he can't stand for the most part. Emet-Selch's jaw clenches and he looks aside, anger bubbling just shy of the surface. No, he cannot understand how Elidibus feels. After all, he has lived all these millennia making sure he doesn't forget anything to compensate for all the others. Remembering inflicts another wound on top of an already old scar, cutting deeper and deeper each time. ]

Mayhap we ought to trade places then, [ he spits out through gritted teeth. ] Then you can be burdened with the memory of our people and our star and I can live in blissful ignorance. Surely I deserve that much after all I've done for our cause.

[ Mortal death isn't the release he would like it to be either. Imagine falling asleep and waking up to the same nightmare every night for over ten thousand years and one may come close to understanding how Emet-Selch feels. It's no wonder he prefers to spend his time drifting aimlessly in the void. ]