[Emet should let him leave. Truly, he should. He wants for nothing more than to be left to his own devices, even if those devices are merely napping where he shouldn't. But Estinien is not the only one who has some passing familiarity with the other—in fact, Emet-Selch knows who this famed dragon-slayer is. One of the pieces in Lahabrea's schemes, and while he did not have a personal hand in that plot, he'd be a fool to not know the pawns.

How very interesting that he would find himself here with none other than the ex-Azure Dragoon. So interesting, in fact, he cannot help himself but say something.]

Done with your heroism are you? [His voice is high and sarcastic as he wills his eyes to open, his golden gaze fixing itself on the Pokémon, before Estinien proper. A fox-like grin spreading across his features as he watches him.] With the cold way you hold yourself, one might assume you beyond caring about your fellow man, yet here you are bothering a stranger out of—what I can only assume to be—concern?

Oh, I am touched, sir. Truly.