"...There you are. Yes." He scratches his chin and tries to continue as if this is a normal thing for him to be doing. Relic Seeker Lemm does not usually apologise for anything. He never has to. It's everyone else's fault for doing business with someone who hates people, and that's on them. That's always on them.

(The Hollow Knight doesn't seem to understand this, and so it's cruel to say it's their fault.)

"I took a walk," he explains, "and did some thinking. You didn't mean to startle me, did you?" This is rhetorical and Lemm hurries on too quickly to leave space for an answer. "-I overreacted. Any bug would be jumpy living here. The City of Tears hasn't been the friendliest neighbourhood, and there's nothing wrong with a bit of caution! But I didn't understand you and I still don't, so I think that's water under the..."

Lemm sighs. It's a real deep one, and it's followed by him pinching his fingers above his eyes and glancing out of the rain-wet window. He wipes the past few sentences clean and starts again somewhere else.

"...I've noticed you doing things for me, and I'll repeat: I'm not your leader. Whoever told you what to do before is long gone, and I'm just a bug who likes relics. Understand?"