[Emet-Selch is silent for a time, not quite able to find the words to protest. To reaffirm the uselessness of intent, the hopelessness of mortality. Even if her perspective was skewed to his eyes, it was hers. It was... her truth, her answer.

You always were stubborn. It's a thought that comes unbidden, and the Ascian quickly pushes it back, closing his eyes. Mira was not- and could never be- that person. For all that there was that occasional moment of familiarity, of uncomfortable recognition. That's all that it was: a moment.

But his words... K'rihnn had mentioned that. Emet-Selch can only assume his future self had asked of her the same thing that he'd asked the miqo'te. In the end, that's the part that he responds to, looking back to her finally.]

To remember us... was that it? I heard as much.

[That he felt some small consolation from that- he's not sure why. The part of him that had accepted futility, even as the rest of him was forced to struggle against it.]

My presence here- 'tis an opportunity, of sorts you're not like to have at home. To learn more of our buried history. Assuming you can carry it with you... I hope you can find a way to safeguard it from those who would prefer it remain lost.

[Hydaelyn would surely try to see it buried anew.]