With every intention of doing just that, he advances upon the siren. He has no weapon on hand...but that fact doesn't trouble an alchemist like him who can create one out of the stone around them. The siren watches him in terror, unable to move or make a sound. It's the utter silence which halts Emet-Selch immediately before them.

It feels wrong.

Not just that, is this the kind of person he still wants to be? Someone who can kill another without a thought and cover it with any number of justifications? He thinks of Hythlodaeus, smiling at him, leaning against him as he works, doing any number of irritating things but all of them loving.

Swallowing down his disgust, irritation, and a persistent desire to not give a damn, he reluctantly lowers his improvised sword of stone and looks aside.

"Let the dratted thing go," he mutters. "If I see it again trying to seduce me, I WILL kill it then."