He could hardly ignore the overbearing presence of Light as it entered his domain. It drew the eye, prickled at his senses. A calamity struggling to remain contained by the fragile soul of the Warrior of Light. Emet-Selch emerged out of the rift from his hiding place as they fell heavily against the railing. His footsteps echoed on the cold stone like the lonely ticking of an antique clock as he drew as close as he dared to Novrandt's new would-be Lightwarden.

"It will hurt the more you continue to struggle against it, you know."

He was almost proud of the way he managed to keep his voice even even as pity swelled in his breast. He really, truly wished they had been strong enough for this.

"Just let it go."