Lemm tracks the Knight's movements; now that he's given up trying to understand what's going on with them, he has to turn inwards instead. He's not sure how he ought to feel. Guilt usually isn't on his roster; he's lived for himself for a long time, which means he's gotten to skip it and jump straight to annoyance that anyone would expect better of him.

Except he wants the Knight to expect better. This is a jarring thought. Guilt it is, then, though he's careful not to let it show.

"No." It feels numb, but not like imminent pins and needles - more like there's no contact at all with anything else, including air, or his own shell. It's strange, but not a problem. Void is strange by nature. He's adjusting to that fact rather well now that he's spent some time around it already.

"Still have that coat?"