"You don't say." It comes off flatter than intended, but the general sentiment is there.

He had not talked to this boy much, but their conversation gave him enough to identify how he conducted himself. This was nothing like their last conversation. If a sense of lethargy truly plagues those with the illness, then it stands to reason he may be seeing some ill effects. Not to mention the faint whispers he can just make out.

"I will be there as soon to help where I may. My research efforts here have not yielded much information that can be of use." Emet-Selch continues his busy. "Has there been any progress on a cure?"