[For a moment, his jaw tightens at hearing Elidibus say he's missed him, there's something of guilt gripping him, but in true Emet Fashion, he shrugs is off with a dramatic and notable fake sigh.]

Well, ere long you will remember to be sick of me, what with being able to remember aught at all. Certainly your senses will return in due time. [He hesitates to take the arm, but perhaps he shouldn't have, seeing as the abstract bird makes up for it with nudging Elidibus closer. Though, not without a glower coming from the Yamask floating nearby.

It is passing strange, really. To think that he would be whisked away to this half-formed world from the battle that would serve to be his downfall. That likewise Elidibus would be similarly spirited away after his own, and together they would be allowed to exist here. As if there was not a single care in the world.

Far from that, by his wager, but all the same he wears a mask of burden and bother as he takes Elidibus up on his offered arm, so that they may start on this trek.]

But yes, we shall. You will see that the construction—not to mention the plotting—of these pathways much resemble the disjointed and nonsensical morality of mortals—an architectural metaphor, perhaps?

[This guy thinks he's funny.]