[This time he catches his bottle cap when opening his drink, casually tossing it out of the kitchen as he takes a swig. Mythril locks onto the action immediately, pausing mid crunch to run out after it with crazed fervor.]

Aye, but I'd wager you were a special case to most who are alive.

[He shrugs, focusing his gaze on his drink a moment. His usual tired look settling as he thought.]

Though...?

[What an odd thing to trail off on... Ardbert was of course curious, but he wouldn't press more than that. The smile also wasn't lost as he flicked his eyes back up to Emet-Selch.]

Mm. I'd be curious to know if you figure it out. [He pauses a moment, head slightly tilting.] Why not? I don't see what is stopping you.