"Ah, of course. You did nearly die when you drank the 'poisoned' chalice, didn't you?" Emet-Selch sighs. His potion worked a little too well. How foolish of him to think that it would not be used for harmful purposes.

His eyes linger on the green-haired boy. "One cannot fault his optimism. I wish I could share in the sentiment." But he quickly offers Gokudera a thin smile. "Not that I expect my potion to fail, mind you."