[Well, isn't that interesting? No trouble, yet he babbles like a waterfall about them. Lying does not become a hero!

As Ardbert finishes, but really he doesn't, Emet is left cupping his chin, tapping a finger on it thoughtfully--then he stops as his finger is slightly pointing outward before it's return.]

Ah--but did that scheme not serve you? After all, had you not gone to the Source, the flood of light would have certainly all but consumed the First, but with you did come the Oracle, and she did stop the flood.

Funny how fate works out sometimes, hm?

[What an asshole.]

But very well, if that is your "no trouble", then make off in the morn if you must. I will not stop you. But I will see you off, if that will afford you some modicum of comfort.

[It's...honestly hard to tell if he's fucking with him. Probably especially while drunk.]