[ He has sat on his own for quite a while. Long enough to lose himself in the inky canvas of the night sky dotted in distant lights. So it's legitimately a surprise when someone approaches. Emet-Selch blinks and looks toward them. Ah. Sebastian.

It would be easy to regard the faint yellow glow in Emet-Selch's eyes - a residual effect of dabbling in the light of conjuring magic for so long. It could strike some as unsettling in the dark. ]

Indeed. So many piteous faces asking for me to return to them what is lost. [ He sighs and looks up once again. ] Do you know how many asked for conjurings of a loved one they had lost? Whatever your answer, I wager it would be low.