[ Of course that much is to be expected. Emet-Selch has done an outstanding job with this empire. The entire point is to make them zealous as well. To seek out and forge their path with blood and steel. An attempt to enforce their ideals and beliefs upon the other races and countries. Then, in return, they would retaliate, being what they are. People do not so readily give up their way of life. Make them desperate and call forth their own gods, their Primals. Drain the lands dry and foster the type of chaotic energies needed to offset yet another Shard as it gives way to another Rejoining.

Emet-Selch is rather well-practiced at this by this point. Yet his demeanor at the accusation, at the statement, doesn't falter. Not in the slightest. ]

All men are, indeed. Mankind is a frail creature, as you have so eloquently put. One that cannot know when the hour of their passing is at hand. 'Tis a world of rather pointless suffering.

[ He doesn't care if he sounds Garlean in this moment or not. Emet-Selch is speaking freely, his words hitting the air with the same amount of chill and dullness that the weather creates in a man. There's no emotion behind it at the moment, at least no other than what seems to be disappointment. Mourning, in a way. As if he would prefer for it to not be this way at all.

Which, he doesn't. Long has Hades desired a return to peaceful days. Oh what he wouldn't do to achieve those ends. Even pair himself off with Hydaelyn's chosen, if for the sake of temporary peace until those interlopers pass and fade into history. What is a few more decades of putting off their plans? Perhaps something might yet be gleaned from all of this. ]

No matter. You do not seem the sort to sit and partake in idle discussions over philosophy.