[Emet-Selch does however, sound irritated, fighting against a rising sense of hopelessness.]

Then I'm not the only one who's intractable. Your mind is as locked into your beliefs as mine is; you've already decided my heart without knowing it. Don't pretend otherwise.

[He stops himself, closes his eyes with a huff.]

So you'd spy on me from afar? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Being an Ascian, after all.