Shang Tsung listens to what Caitlyn has to say. "I felt as much myself, you know, when I first arrived. Deep, in my bones." He admits, finally, patting his chest with his hand for emphasis. "But it is good to hear someone else say it. Like I have not in fact, lost my mind." He offers her a wry smile.

"I try not to dwell on the fact that I was saved when so many others were not." And the way he says it makes it seem like it's hard for him not to, when in fact it comes quite easily, but Caitlyn doesn't have to know that. "Then you believe that Yima is correct, and nothing can be done?" There's an appraising look in his eyes as he says this. "I admit I think the idea that this dissolution could be undone...well, difficult to believe. A comforting lie, as opposed to a hard truth, if you will." He offers.