Emcee knits his brow, trying to wrap his head around what Sinric is saying. He can't understand why such a thread would still exist, but who knows for sure how vast the fabric of time is, and to what ends its threads extend.

He can almost feel the pain and suffering in Sinric's voice. Realizing that the pain and suffering was supposed to be his own.

"Oh, Sinric, I wish you didn't have to see it," he says on the verge of tears, grasping his hands and kissing them.