Estinien is somewhat distracted with trying to climb the cliff face, this compulsion of the whip forcing his body onward despite his exhaustion. As Emet-Selch speaks, however, he can't help but turn back to look at him, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
He doesn't like the man's tone, especially after having personally witnessed the horrors that lay within that place. He's ostensibly a pure-blooded Garlean, and yet one with seemingly no particular loyalty to his nation or his countrymen. Even the defectors he'd met were passionate about what they'd left behind, one way or the other. Emet-Selchs seeming indifference is what causes Estinien to doubt.
"Difficult is an understatement," he says. "I was part of the relief missions there... and I've never heard a Garlean speak so flippantly of their own people."
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He doesn't like the man's tone, especially after having personally witnessed the horrors that lay within that place. He's ostensibly a pure-blooded Garlean, and yet one with seemingly no particular loyalty to his nation or his countrymen. Even the defectors he'd met were passionate about what they'd left behind, one way or the other. Emet-Selchs seeming indifference is what causes Estinien to doubt.
"Difficult is an understatement," he says. "I was part of the relief missions there... and I've never heard a Garlean speak so flippantly of their own people."