Emet-Selch squeezes his eyes shut as he feels them begin to sting with tears. The mixture of relief, sadness, and overwhelming happiness of having his friend and one of his own people returned to him is too much, and he finds himself having to steady his own breaths.

His words come out less even than they would under normal circumstances. "I would bear it until the stars burned themselves out, if only for the chance that you may all live again." The tips of his fingers curl themselves into Hythlodaeus' long black cloak.

Now, after so long of shouldering that unbearable weight, a part of his soul has finally returned to him. It means all of the sacrifices were worthwhile and all of the sacrifice had given meaning.