Just desserts, indeed. Emet-Selch's gaze sharpens wordlessly, and he does not miss the way Byleth's demeanor shifts to something more...defensive and closed off. Well. He's too wrung-out to feel resentful or petty. And honestly, even if he weren't he would not say that he faults Byleth specifically in any of this. Rather, it seems, the tables have been reversed, and now he is the one in possession of information he was never meant to have. Not the best feeling, as he well knows. And even less so for his caretaker no doubt.
Emet-Selch closes his eyes again in an effort to make some determination beneath the persistent ache in his skull.
"I will leave young Dimitri out of this," he says, and it sounds like a promise. "However, I would be lying if I said I didn't have questions. Mostly concerned with your world, and that ability of yours."
"As to the rest, I don't believe I require any further explanation." After all, that wasn't them, even if it felt far too intimate not to be.
"...Nor do I have any intention of interrogating you at this very moment. Thus, you may lower your hackles and take your rest." He sets the glass aside, and with a grunt he moves to sit up properly, unwilling to allow himself to remain vulnerable for even a second longer.
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Just desserts, indeed. Emet-Selch's gaze sharpens wordlessly, and he does not miss the way Byleth's demeanor shifts to something more...defensive and closed off. Well. He's too wrung-out to feel resentful or petty. And honestly, even if he weren't he would not say that he faults Byleth specifically in any of this. Rather, it seems, the tables have been reversed, and now he is the one in possession of information he was never meant to have. Not the best feeling, as he well knows. And even less so for his caretaker no doubt.
Emet-Selch closes his eyes again in an effort to make some determination beneath the persistent ache in his skull.
"I will leave young Dimitri out of this," he says, and it sounds like a promise. "However, I would be lying if I said I didn't have questions. Mostly concerned with your world, and that ability of yours."
"As to the rest, I don't believe I require any further explanation." After all, that wasn't them, even if it felt far too intimate not to be.
"...Nor do I have any intention of interrogating you at this very moment. Thus, you may lower your hackles and take your rest." He sets the glass aside, and with a grunt he moves to sit up properly, unwilling to allow himself to remain vulnerable for even a second longer.