"Where I go, I do not want you to follow." After a moment's hesitation, Emet-Selch puts a palm close to his forehead. There is a brief sparkle of light as the shard emerges from its place; a crystal with its brilliance faintly tarnished by some unseen force.

"The souls of each Aion reside in a crystal of their own design. It is unique to us, precious to us, for it harbors all of what makes us." He lifts a hand and offers his crystal to be observed or held. It's a very dangerous move to present one's crystal to someone else, one that could not be done without absolute trust, given their souls could easily be crushed in the wrong hands. Perhaps Hythlodaeus would not understand yet what an absolute show of trust this is.

If observed, the color and brilliance of the soul within the shard are slowly being eaten away. "This path is fraught with peril which will sully the soul. Perhaps even consume it with due time." Emet-Selch looks at the shard with full knowing what fate could await him.

"So I will walk this path for us both. It is the only chance that the world may be returned to us. In the meantime I would have you walk the other path, and may help me where no others can."