Emet-Selch observes the scene from a distance. The careful consideration he gave within the illusion - the same that might compel him to help here - is gone. Within the realm of the illusion, Gen was one of his people he was supposed to care for. That is not the case here in reality.

"It is worth everything to me." Emet-Selch puts a hand over his chest. "Healing, teaching magic, devising plan after plan, even lashes from the Regent - all of it is a pittance compared to what there is to gain." A place where peace filled the world and laughter filled the air. Where he belonged. Where those he loved dwelled.

"Not just for me, but for those like you. Those with short lives plagued by frailty will see their struggles end if we reshape the world. All of that lies within our grasp."