Something about Emet-Selch's expression is unusual, curious; did he find something in Abel's account of Earth distasteful...? Suppose it was sentimental and flowered with his rose-tinted way of looking at it; it makes a fair bit of sense.

But the question has him tilt his head in thought, and he gives it a brief pause - some due consideration - before finding his response.

"...I miss my colleagues, I suppose! That is-- they've become like a family to me, I guess you could say."

There is a complicated deepening of the nostalgia in his eyes as his mind wanders, no doubt, to the faces of those left behind.

"I spent a good time abroad already, so it isn't as though I'm not used to being away, but... it's different this time. Knowing that I could always find my way back... I suppose it was a source of comfort I had taken for granted."

...He had not taken them for granted. He never would; he understands the priceless treasure having a 'family' is, even if it isn't quite the same as one's blood. The words come easy despite it.

"And what of you...? I know it's a bit bittersweet a subject, but... I'd like to hear what you find yourself missing most as well if you'd humor me."