[ Oh my god, Stephen. You can’t just ask people about their limitless well of cosmic magic.
If he’s at all surprised that he’s apparently been perceived on a level that usually comes with some sort of soul sight, Emet-Selch only shows it in the way his eyes tick back up to look at this man, one pale eyebrow arching just slightly.
He doesn’t pull punches, even having some idea of the power of the man he’s looking at, Emet-Selch will give him that much. ]
Can you? From that unfathomable mass of abject horrors making a mess of your soul, perhaps?
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If he’s at all surprised that he’s apparently been perceived on a level that usually comes with some sort of soul sight, Emet-Selch only shows it in the way his eyes tick back up to look at this man, one pale eyebrow arching just slightly.
He doesn’t pull punches, even having some idea of the power of the man he’s looking at, Emet-Selch will give him that much. ]
Can you? From that unfathomable mass of abject horrors making a mess of your soul, perhaps?
[ Fight him. (Don’t fight him.) ]