He considers it- he wants to know, of course, but if Emet-Selch thinks that it would ruin the moment then who is he to protest? He can simply ask when they wake, provided he recalls this.

"Very well. Perhaps it is of little importance anyway. You are you, and that is what matters."

He beckons for Emet-Selch to sit with him after stepping away from the edge further, and gazes up at the stars above. He's vaguely reminded of Ultima Thule, though less dead worlds populate the sky here.

"Beautiful, is it not?" He's glad that he can gaze upon it with his best friend. He's in no hurry to wake, not when he gets to spend time with Emet-Selch. He glances over at him, switching to soul sight to gaze upon the colour of his soul, but... he can't seem to. For the first time his smile falters.

"Ah... something is amiss. I cannot see your soul."

Is it because he's dreaming? That hasn't been an issue before...