Emil tilted his head a little. What could the alternative be? He didn't press, though. Losing your sight was bad enough! Emil reached out dragged a little chair over near Crane. Its legs made an obnoxious squeaking sound on the floor, like nails on a chalkboard. "S... sorry," he murmured. The chair was as nervous as he was.

"Questions...? I have a lot of them. I don't know if you can answer 'em all but if you have any ideas, it's... important that I hear them." Emil took a deep breath, told himself this was a brave thing he was doing. Brave and stupid. "I... I want to know how to stop being scared and how to fight by myself. I want to know what I'm so afraid of... and I want to know why I keep having those weird dreams. Memories. It's like the more I remember, the less I know."

He was shaking at this point, not just in his body but in his voice. Emil was terrified of what he didn't know, and that was everything.