Emet-Selch's gaze turns solemn. He had sometimes referenced how precious his friend had been to him but never has he spoken of this aspect of it. Not to anyone. Not in such certain terms.

"He was, yes. He gave up his life in the hopes that our people may live." As the previous few sentences indicated the results had been....mixed. "Ever since, I have fought to return him and so many others to the world. So that they may live the lives that were cut so woefully short." His voice turns sentimental, "And here at the edge of creation, I have the success that I thought outside of my reach for so many years. To see him again is a delight that I cannot put into words."