"Is that such a bad thing?" he asks irritably. "To want everything to be equal and fair? Before you say it, yes, I am aware that everyone has something they're talented at, or something they severely lack. And I know how lonely it is to have no peer in either regard."

What's the point he's trying to make? Emet-Selch isn't sure. He falls silent briefly to rally his thoughts together.

"I don't know what kind of help you intend to give and I suppose 'tis none of my business in the end. I just think...that if it is the sort of help which ignores skill, then why bother competing? What satisfaction do you get from a victory not of your own effort?"