With his heart racing as if fit to burst, Elidibus doesn't waste time denying Emet-Selch's accusation. The younger of the two had known fear before. But not like this. Not even the Final Days had riddled him with terror so intense that he'd struggled to think.

Far from it.

But right now? His mouth was so dry that he had to swallow before speaking again.

"My thoughts are upon the transformation I have fallen victim to," Elidibus does not remark that his friend and colleague and hunter had not given an answer in the traditional sense. It's enough right now that Emet-Selch had paused.

"...Though I cannot say you are not similarly afflicted with the drive of a predator, when I fled our apartment, I knew there were others who would hunt me, given the chance. Even now..."

The area may be more remote, but Elidibus knows there are other threats beyond the one right in front of him. Emet-Selch is the priority.

"It... is dangerous to remain." For a moment, the emotive quality of the Ancient's deep tones is more transparent. Urgent some might think. A creeping panic in truth.

"The longer I stand before you, the less I find myself able to consider what else draws near." ...a deer in headlights "And yet... were I to attempt now to divest myself of this influence, I fear you would strike. It was my error to flee in the first place."

From the apartment, in the initial panic, instead of standing his ground and using what power remained to him then to try and divest himself of the burgeoning transformation.