[ He has to grudgingly acknowledge she is taking his words to heart and thinking things over. He nods as he waves away the figures, as well as his own illusory robes, with a gesture. The mask, he removes and holds on to. ]

Correct. These masks the Convocation wore are only distinct because they are recognition of the unique talents and skills we nurtured or happened to be born with. We were all paragons of our respective fields.

[ He crosses his arms, taking a moment to settle his thoughts. If she is going to make the effort to listen then the least he can do is give her level answers. ]

For example... I was born with the ability to perceive aether in its truest form. There are few magicks or souls able to escape my gaze. This is how I repaired your materia, how I would be able to perceive you for who you truly are even if you were to don an entirely different mortal shell.

It was for this singular talent that I was granted the honour of becoming the next Emet-Selch.