[ The sincerity of the sigh doesn’t go without notice. In truth, that sort of reaction is more what he expected at the outset, but he’s glad to be incorrect. It’s predictable for his diet to be considered rather foul, but it’s always the boring part to focus on. Luckily, Emet-Selch doesn’t. ]

They are not always temporary, to be fair. Some are a bit wiser in what they ask of me. They are more cognizant of the fact that they inherently will have little time to see the fruits of their effort, if at all… But there are the more unwise folk that wish for material comfort and then only realize after that a quickly granted wish is an incredible waste.

[ He shrugs gently after he explains. That’s the more practical portion of it, but the first part is much more interesting to them both, he thinks. ]

It is interesting, though. I do not know if there are many in the human world I would visit that would consider a soul a gift from the planet. [ Not in the portion of the world that he would visit, at least. ] Most would consider it something divinely created. A thing born of light to which my darkness is inherently opposed.

[ A reference comes to him, and with a wry smile, he tilts his glass towards Emet-Selch ]

Pleroma and kenoma, as it were.