The first report Zenos sends, when they arrive in Venera, is curt, almost professional - we are here, we have commenced investigations, stand by for future updates.
The second, a day (or some days? Time is becoming rather soupier, the more of it which passes) is... very much not that. In the time between reaching out and Emet-Selch's response his attention wanders enough that the flat yes? has him bristling with an irritated what do you want, old man? before remembering that no, he invited this.
... why, exactly did he invite this?
Emet-Selch might well be able to detect, under the message Zenos actually sends back - an equally-flat "Are you still in Achamoth?" - both the seductive whisper of the contagion suggesting wouldn't it be easier to just hang up, walk away, maybe have a nap in the sun somewhere? and the almost-draconic snarl of oppositional defiance that's currently answering it.
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The second, a day (or some days? Time is becoming rather soupier, the more of it which passes) is... very much not that. In the time between reaching out and Emet-Selch's response his attention wanders enough that the flat yes? has him bristling with an irritated what do you want, old man? before remembering that no, he invited this.
... why, exactly did he invite this?
Emet-Selch might well be able to detect, under the message Zenos actually sends back - an equally-flat "Are you still in Achamoth?" - both the seductive whisper of the contagion suggesting wouldn't it be easier to just hang up, walk away, maybe have a nap in the sun somewhere? and the almost-draconic snarl of oppositional defiance that's currently answering it.