[He lowers his head slightly when he feels the papers lean downward-- hearing a bit of a crinkle. Letters written to him. It isn't as though he is the only one who has received them but that must have meant his name is on them.]
That isn't...possible.
[It isn't as though he can be saved but he keeps that in, vocally, all the while his hand tightens on the railing once more. That's no good, though, he has to swallow that up. Emil lifts his head as he begins to fold up the letters to the best of his abilities.]
It's nice to meet you... [He lets go of the railing] But I don't remember any hosts. Or did they just... do this on their own?
[A pause follows. He can't go ignoring other people's questions like that even with both being important.]
no subject
That isn't...possible.
[It isn't as though he can be saved but he keeps that in, vocally, all the while his hand tightens on the railing once more. That's no good, though, he has to swallow that up. Emil lifts his head as he begins to fold up the letters to the best of his abilities.]
It's nice to meet you... [He lets go of the railing] But I don't remember any hosts. Or did they just... do this on their own?
[A pause follows. He can't go ignoring other people's questions like that even with both being important.]
I'm sorry, I'm Emil.