Emet-Selch clicks his tongue. Bereft of a corporeal body though he is, his talent for seeing more than what is physically present yet remains to him. What's more, his connection with the Tower now certainly makes him aware of how it festers within the body of his keeper.

He thinks about his own form and how only one (two) of his friends had ever expressed open admiration for it and his jaw clenches.

"By my estimation you only have a few more millennia left in you, if that, before the Tower finally consumes you body and soul. Yet you waste it trying to find the perfect solution. The ideal timeline. You fool."

He shakes his head in disgust. "They will turn on you. You have set them up with hate and fear, and both only lead to violence."