Emet-Selch stops his paces and turns just enough so that he can glance over his shoulder at his own reflection. Or what was once his own reflection. The youthful complexion and once hopeful eyes have certainly sullied in bygone years.

His tone is sharp as he addresses the specter. "The vow of my seat is to protect the people who are under my charge. Which I will do until the sky falls."

And that very sky had fallen on many shards. Again and again and again, all to screams similar to what they hear now. He had long since stopped hearing them. He turns back and carries onward. "To keep my word and see them walk the world once here, there is no sacrifice too great."