[Emet's quiet for once, letting Estinien's answer and his question linger for a moment as he contemplates answering him. Sure, this is the metric of the game they're playing, a question for a question, an answer for an answer, he cannot say he knows for sure this man is worthy of knowing the burden of truth. He had shared such knowledge freely with the Scions, but that was for a greater purpose, one Estinien was not a part of. At least, not back on the First.

After a long moment of deliberating, he finally settles:]

The sundering—though the privilege of knowing further details will require much more than you answering myriad questions. 'Tis a burden for those worthy, and I have yet to take your measure.

[His expression darkens slightly as his grin widens. Thinking on the pieces that have been laid before him, the connection that Estinien has with the Source's dear sweet hero, and why he and Gaius' goals would align...]

You were after Black Rose, weren't you? [He cannot help himself, getting into his typical theatrics. Arms unfolding as he gestures widely as he speaks, before finally ending with his finger pointed straight at Estinien's chest.]

Oooh, how truly, deeply touching! Playing hero for the hero! Braving unknown and hostile territories, taking on an unlikely alliance with a former enemy, all for the sake of mankind's savior! How right I was about that warmth inside your breast.

[Letting out a dramatic, contented sigh:] Such camaraderie and devotion could fair bring a tear to the eye!