Emlyn sat on the couch somewhat close to Alice, letting her finally exhale and face what he had distracted her from. He hid the musing features on his face behind a sip of his drink as she let out her fears and concerns. Pulling away from his beverage -this world's version of Cognac- he paused to try to show he was thinking, even though he already knew how to steer this conversation in his favor. "Though it is not in the context that you desperately want, I do want to give you some peace of mind, Ms. Alice," Emlyn said. "Though it would probably take a bit of work, I know that diviniers can look to other planes. I have no experience in the field, of course, but I am sure an expert could adjust and peer at specific targets from your world. Furthermore, receptacles can be made that houses memories, allowing one to peer within at them. Magic can be imbued in them to allow one to essentially relive that moment. It certainly is no replacement, but the option is there if neither side of this dilemma can find a way to place you back in your world."<br/><br/>The moment she looked to him with tears in her eyes, Emlyn set his drink on the coffee table in front of him. As she asked for his guidance, Emlyn reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief, the initials E.C. monogrammed into the corner and handing it to her. This time, it was a bold faced lie that he was speaking, weaving the story to hide the lie and portray it all as a sorrowful tale. "I am unsure if you have noticed, but I am not human, Ms. Alice," Emlyn said as he returned to the position he was sitting in before his movement. "I am a homunculus. I was made quite a long time ago to serve as the child that my creator could never have. I was given the emotions and limitless potential that a normal human could have, and was intended to live out my life as any normal person would." The first part of the lie, more akin to a separate half truth, was already placed: Emlyn may have been given emotions, but he was unintentionally not given the means to react to them. They were there, he simply had no drive to act on them unless they were particularly strong.<br/><br/>"My life was good. I lived out in the country, not too far from here actually. A place that we used to call Wales. it was quiet and peaceful," Emlyn continued, adopting body language that conveyed slightly uncomfortable and filled with sorrow. "But, my creator was old, and with no skilled healer or alchemist in our town, died due to pneumonia that was urged on by their age. I was distraught. I don't think I left our home for weeks. I simply kept to myself until the food stores we had ran out." The lie was fully forming now, the lynching of his creator due to Emlyn's actions passed off as a disease. "Something I learned once I got back out into the world was that I couldn't rebuild myself alone. Doing so only led to repeated cycles of grief."<br/><br/>Emlyn adjusted where he sat, moving a little bit closer to Alice and turning to fully face her. "And after seeing similar things happen to others, I think I taught myself that everyone needs something...." Emlyn's lie fully woven, he began to change gears into a more subtly seductive form of manipulation. "...or someone to keep them sane and to help them fill any hole that may have formed inside of them." Emlyn's hand fell to Alice's lap, attempting to convey support to the girl as he continued. "So Ms. Alice, I am here for you. Both as a guardian as you find your place, and as a friend to help pick up the pieces."