What Alex had said about living in the future made him wonder, if for a second, if there was some sort of time meddling shenanigans going on. Then again, he simply could have meant how Emil was doing after he resumed control every time. That was probably it.

A frown crossed his features, concern furrowing his brow. He squatted down in front of the young man, almost reaching out a hand pat him on the shoulder but thought better of it.

"I'm sorry, Emil. I'm so sorry." It seemed like the most appropriate thing that could be said.