That was... a much longer answer than Howl was expecting or asking for, and again it's filled with so much odd detail on a topic the Ingarian wizard considers obscure. He looks at his fellow mage in silence, the lingering gaze suggesting that he doesn't quite know what to say or ask in the wake of Emet-Selch's words.

"Farthing for your thoughts?" he finally says. "Your true thoughts. There's too much worry all over your face to have come from my hypothetical, sir. Something about this bothering you?"