[Emet-Selch clucks his tongue impatiently at him. He does not find any of this the least bit amusing, but he will allow that mayhap Themis is thinking back on some little joke to which he is not privy.]

Good.

[He says it more like a command than out of any sense of relief as he all but collapses into the seat opposite. He still appears agitated, no doubt, but his anger is well on its way to burning itself out again. Even he must admit that recent...information is far from black and white. Yet he does not offer an opening. Instead he takes a slow, fortifying sip of his coffee - the flavor proving both rich and dark, without any hint of sweetness.]

Still, what is there to consider? Whether we call it "close" or simply "surviving", it does not change the fact that we three suffered and grieved and clung to the embers of hope together. It is immutable fact; a shared experience. And one I therefore recognize.

[He recognizes that look, too, his brow furrowing at the emphasis upon those two little words.]

Aye. A conversation I remain none too pleased about, I'll have you know. Do cut to the chase, lest I perish from holding my breath overlong.