Emet-Selch gives a delicate shrug in return for her proclamation. "Oh, how scathing." He says, unimpressed. At least can appreciate her words in their brevity, even if the harm they cause does not meet its mark.

He flicks off the cap to the bottle with his thumb and forces it into her mouth. This is not the path he would prefer to take, but let it never be said that he wouldn't take the occasional gamble.