[The sound of crunching metal is the worst addition to this conversation. But Emet-Selch seemed more amused than anything else so he simply gives a tired shrug.]

Oh, we've come to understanding.

[He glances down just in time to catch Mythril stuffing the second bottle cap in it's mouth.]

I've simply yet to take him out today.

[With another swig he finishes off his second bottle of beer and finally was he starting to feel it's warm effects. He was by no means drunk yet or even tipsy but. As he reaches for his third, he looks back to Emet. He doesn't need it spelled out. This friend of Emet's was there till the 'end' from the sound of it. Or till the sundering?]

Hmm, I suppose you'd say the fates weren't through with him either? Personally it seems like some bizarre form of after life, but I'll entertain a vacation.