"And said carelessness got you killed?" Elidibus crosses his arms. If he'd known Emet-Selch was going to behave so recklessly in the first place, he might've been able to take provisions to prevent it...

And yet, he can't bring himself to nag him about it with him acting like this. It'd just be a spark to his dried-up patience. "You still seem upset, given you are a being for whom death means less than it might to a mortal creature. Pray forgive me for pressing; I fear I'm already wearing on your nerves, but I must ask anyway."