The hallways are indeed empty. Which is a shame, really - in Solus' time, there had at least been regular activity: soldiers, researchers, and all manner of staff keeping operations smooth. But this imitation from his memories apparently cannot reconstruct the myriad of life that once thrived here.

Emet-Selch feels a twinge of wistfulness as he they approach the room he used to occupy as emperor. At Zenos' words, he sniffs. "Fandaniel - or Amon, rather - spoke much but said little, and what little he did say was oft insincere. I'm surprised you bothered to take anything he said at face value."