[ Oh. Well. What is one supposed to say to that? Emet-Selch can't very well tell her that all will be alright. What if it isn't alright? He watches her for a time, watches the bloody figures of her children, watches another world go down in flames.

It isn't as though he hasn't heard similar stories before. When the Ascians needed to plot their next great undertaking, he would hear stories passed down by survivors of the previous calamity. Yet as painful as they were, nothing could sway him from his course. If anything, seeing mortal men fall for the same temptations and the same bait century after century only served to reinforce his belief that the current world did not deserve to be guided by them.

Eventually, he mutters: ]

...If failing to stop the downfall of your home is a crime then I may as well just stay here in this miserable place.