If his goal had been to get an Aion to truly test that theory, letting this one continue pawing at this afflicted native would have served the purpose. He is a Pleroma, after all, there would have been no harm in it.

Emet-Selch looks back to the person they observe with decidedly less cheer. "I fear it may be too late to save this one. Leaving them as they are will only ensure the affliction spreads to others." A pity, really.

He motions toward a nearby brick archway that is draped in several kinds of colorful flowers. It would make the perfect place to stay out of sight. Or, more precisely, not play witness to what he would need to do to put this one out of its misery. "Wait over there while I see to them."