[ The man on fire flees, screaming. Emet-Selch doesn't bother to pursue. If they die then they die - they had made their choice by attacking. He turns instead towards Elidibus, frowning down at the shorter man. The warmth and familiarity in their tone...he hasn't heard such in their voice in centuries. ]
...No. I learnt during my time living amongst mortals.
[ He crosses his arms. As usual, he doesn't look happy. (Does he ever?) ]
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...No. I learnt during my time living amongst mortals.
[ He crosses his arms. As usual, he doesn't look happy. (Does he ever?) ]
Why aren't you wearing the mask of your station?
[ Why are you dressed like that at all? ]