[ Sebastian makes a thoughtful noise in response first, and there's a bit of a pause before he answers again, since his attention turns back to one of the other large crystals that has a vague, dark shape inside. It's an unbroken one, and he seems to be studying it for a moment, though it also doesn't seem to give him whatever answer he's looking for, since he sighs again and shakes his head.

He was trying to take a better look, a true look, as far as he's concerned, since if these crystals contained other people, he should be able to see their souls. And yet, like how he feels so terribly, weak, he finds himself simply unable to draw upon that sense. It's a bizarre sensation, like suddenly finding yourself deafened, but it's nothing he can trouble himself over at the moment, he decides. ]

—Not alone at all, if this one also contains another. Bizarre.

[ He reaches up towards his clavicle where the shard of his own crystal remains and touches it lightly. It almost seems like a gesture of thought. ]

How was your... getting out, I suppose? "Hatching" feels too strange a word for it, though perhaps it is a bit more accurate.