"They are venerated as if they are gods then. I see."

Emet-Selch doesn't sound impressed. Well, why should he be? Unless this realm's gods can offer him something Zodiark cannot, he has no reason to show deference.

That said, he has to grudgingly admit they must have some power if they can bring him and keep him here. He wonders if there truly is no way for him to leave.

"What is all this nonsense about serving out sentences for crimes committed? On whose authority do they bring us here and judge us?"