'Tis a small blessing, truly. Emet-Selch's expressions are no longer at odds with his fussing, though his hair is certainly still shedding dandelion fluff and he still smells as if he just stepped out of a bakery.
"No, I would not say so. I am the keeper of the aetherial realm, remember? Not a specialist in human emotion." Though the longer Emet-Selch hedges and grumbles over the question, perhaps Byleth will get the sense that it isn't that he is unqualified to speak on such things, it's simply that he is unwilling to put it into words when asked so directly about his own personal experiences. He could speak on his friends for bells, but as for his feelings, well... Guarding is is, indeed.
"By the star, are we still going on about this? Why do you keep asking? I haven't thought about it all that much." Which is...more than likely not true, given the man has had thousands of years to dwell upon such things if he so wished. "As I've said, there isn't a wrong way to go about it, necessarily. You will just have to figure out what works best for you when an appropriate situation presents itself."
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"No, I would not say so. I am the keeper of the aetherial realm, remember? Not a specialist in human emotion." Though the longer Emet-Selch hedges and grumbles over the question, perhaps Byleth will get the sense that it isn't that he is unqualified to speak on such things, it's simply that he is unwilling to put it into words when asked so directly about his own personal experiences. He could speak on his friends for bells, but as for his feelings, well... Guarding is is, indeed.
"By the star, are we still going on about this? Why do you keep asking? I haven't thought about it all that much." Which is...more than likely not true, given the man has had thousands of years to dwell upon such things if he so wished. "As I've said, there isn't a wrong way to go about it, necessarily. You will just have to figure out what works best for you when an appropriate situation presents itself."