[Emet's silent for a long moment, mulling over both what Steven said and Hythlodaeus. And after a moment, he puts the eraser down, wordlessly he walks over to the cabinet, and opens it—pulling out a bottle of liquor. Uncapping it, he takes a long drink of it. When done, he lets that arm hang a little loosely as he holds the bottle just as loosely in his hand.
He does not look at either of them.]
...Natural law does not apply to me—those children were not mine. Yes, I released Solus' soul when I possessed his body, but this changes nothing.
[Finally, he turns to stare at Steven.]
Do not call me Emet. Either you call me Solus, or you call me Emet-Selch. I will not suffer such casualness. I allow Dirk to refer to me as such, for it is his moniker for me due to compromise, but seeing as we are not bedfellows, you do not hold any such right to address me so.
[Yep, he might be trying to back away from the other topic now.]
no subject
He does not look at either of them.]
...Natural law does not apply to me—those children were not mine. Yes, I released Solus' soul when I possessed his body, but this changes nothing.
[Finally, he turns to stare at Steven.]
Do not call me Emet. Either you call me Solus, or you call me Emet-Selch. I will not suffer such casualness. I allow Dirk to refer to me as such, for it is his moniker for me due to compromise, but seeing as we are not bedfellows, you do not hold any such right to address me so.
[Yep, he might be trying to back away from the other topic now.]