As the festivities continued with him on the sidelines of it all, Emet-Selch looks on. Memories of a festival are a nice respite from all the tragedy he has witnessed today, and he is satisfied to observe until he's addressed directly.

Emet-Selch's response to the question is precluded with a faint sigh. Where to begin? He looks up at the sky overhead - the strange sky dotted with strange stars. "There are untold numbers of worlds out there. Many of the souls they once harbored are far beyond our reach. They are lost and forgotten to the sea of time." Many had been brought here from worlds that had been swallowed by the dark.

"Many would simply move on and let what once existed be set adrift, but I wanted to see those who do not deserve to be forgotten."