[ You have fun with that, hero. Emet-Selch, as ever, is quick to write this place off as too fleeting to be of much use. A habit he will surely have to break eventually, but not right now. Not when he has so many things he’s spending his time deliberately not thinking about.

He crosses his arms, considering for a moment simply not answering. Surely he’s given over enough information. It’s not as if he owes G’raha anything, least of all a list of which of his abilities are and are not working.

Ultimately, it’s relevant information for them both, so out it comes eventually. ]

More or less. It feels… distant. Muffled in some instances, completely cut off in others. Like there is some sort of interference between it and me. I am not overly fond of the sensation.