Perhaps it is a small blessing that he would be here in Springstar. Spending so much time in cold nothingness on the moon would make anyone long to feel the sun again.

He lifts his glass to toast his friend in return. There is a rare look of warmth on his face in regard to his friend's flowery words - Loving and kind words that he had often longed to hear. He takes a sip of his drink to honor their toast before making his own remarks.

"I will always welcome you at my side. Elseways, I would yearn for the piece of my soul that has gone amiss." Emet-Selch was never so candid with his own words in times of old, but no matter time or place he would always be the same slave to sentimentality. As he ever was. "Just as you would be at my side, I will forever be at yours."