Emet-Selch lets them go on. He folds his arms and idly listens to the beat-by-beat reprisal of what he has heard so many times before, with different names and different places substituted for others.

This is one of the reasons he detests being so actively involved.

"Yes, very enlightening." He doesn't sound very enlightened. "Although may I remind the two of you that we have precious little time." Emet-Selch taps his wrist with two fingers. "Tick-tock."

Time that would be better spent trying to get answers rather than arguing over ideals.