“I am not especially self-sacrificing. I think it would be quite pointlessly redundant for me to remind you of my peoples’ history,” he says.

“My duty is to Emet-Selch, this... Surpasses merely the play of our interpersonal affairs.”

And then the timer goes off and he turns towards the oven.

“Ah, just so. Those should be ready. You can smell them properly, do you notice this? That is a keen indicator.”

...And he is grateful to change the subject besides. He can’t possibly tell Steven Emet-Selch’s plans.

“Then we are of an accord. To while away the years and to bear witness to what may come next.”