Very much unlike him, indeed. And the part of Emet-Selch that is not reveling in the hunt, in the need to chase and catch, very much notices it. Just as he knows that he, too, has fallen prey to the flip side of the urges that have Elidibus looking desperately for a way out. Balance, of a sort, though it has never been he who has striven for that much.

He makes not even the slightest attempt to acknowledge it. Instead he simply approaches, slow and inexorable. A darkness that will not be denied forever and that has all the time in the world.

"Has it been? Will the light answer your call again, if you ask it?"

Emet-Selch gestures, fingers of one hand curling up as if to pull something and the shadows quiver under his command, stretching and curling in turn. Reaching out just enough to make it clear that though they have been banished they are not quiescent - and more importantly, that Emet-Selch has not yet reached the ends of his power, though he knows all too well that the gesture will cost him, even as it might serve to deepen the bone-deep instinct running through Elidibus, unnatural though it is.

"I know you had little enough to begin with."