Well versed in seeing the colours of people, emotions are something different. The gentle comfort of being around those he best cares for suddenly hits Emet-Selch and leaves him feeling bereft afterwards, his eyes sharp as he moves through the train at pace, stalking.

It does not take long for him to feel entirely overwhelmed, slipping away to push himself into the gardens, to try and find some semblance of peace and quiet, to press away these baring emotions and force himself to simply breathe.

It would not do to be found like this, but it seems as though fate has other thoughts for him.

Glancing up as the door opens, the tension in his shoulders calms for just the barest of moments.