[ He's about to ask what exactly Elias means by that when suddenly the images pour into his head. He jerks back, gaze losing focus as it turns inwards and he tries to process the rapid, intrusive influx of memories. It's not quite an Echo vision but it's close. Suddenly he knows. Not just that - it feels as though he had been there.
The anguish, the despair, the knowledge that if this ploy succeeded then he would meet his end. And then there was the knowledge itself.
Emet-Selch comes back to himself with a start. Lifting a hand to his head, he stares down at his lap as he tries to partition off the memories. It's a few minutes before he speaks again. ]
That was certainly...thorough, [ he finally manages. ]
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The anguish, the despair, the knowledge that if this ploy succeeded then he would meet his end. And then there was the knowledge itself.
Emet-Selch comes back to himself with a start. Lifting a hand to his head, he stares down at his lap as he tries to partition off the memories. It's a few minutes before he speaks again. ]
That was certainly...thorough, [ he finally manages. ]