[A bit of relief shows in his expression as Mettaton agrees; he hadn't been entirely sure if he would take that request seriously. Emet-Selch had a hard time telling what the robot would be considerate of, and what he would not. And while the Ascian would be annoyed if he slipped up too badly, so long as it wasn't intentional, he'd probably forgive him.

At the question, he blinks; right, that was crucial information, wasn't it? There was no reason to assume Mettaton would know who that implied, and who that excluded.]

Apart from Mira... Irhya, K'rihnn, and Rose. Champions chosen by Hydaelyn.

[A note of scorn at the last, mild and dismissive, punctuating it with another small press of lips to Mettaton's. It was such a vague and absurd title, Emet-Selch wouldn't be at all surprised if people from other worlds took it on as well. As though something of the light was anything worth naming oneself after.

His hand rubs absently at Mettaton's back.]

...I apparently gave it to them before our final conflict. How fortunate that you did not have to go to such lengths.

[Though he still expected Mettaton would kill him and take his soul, had he the opportunity and ability. Emet-Selch assumed the worst at all times, and had yet to be disappointed.]