"We're not clones. The fact that you retain your usual inclinations without fail is proof enough of that." In other words, the usual banter and petulant teasing are theirs alone. Bodies could be made, but souls could not. Souls are a gift from the planet itself and could never be replicated - the fact that he was of his own mind was proof enough for that to be an impossibility.

"Everything else, however, will have to be decided when we have more to look at than the walls of this cave." Emet-Selch sighs, tired by the ordeal. "Meaning: we need to find an exit."