He listened with a curious expression when the young man spoke of being locked away, as well as the Pokemon he'd encountered. Seimie knew what they were now, to a degree, but it was something he wanted to learn more about. The question earned a frown, however, dark eyes drifting sidelong in search of red hair. The onmyoji relaxed visibly upon catching sight of what he'd been looking for, expression softening.

"It depends on the person," he answered after a thoughtful silence, politely returning his gaze to N. "Some people keep going forward and become numb. They become a danger to others because they gradually lose the ability or desire to feel and care. Others are crippled by grief and become pitiable, mournful creatures that live in constant pain and sorrow and no nothing else. Still others simply will themselves out of existence. I imagine if that time ever comes for me, I will choose to cease existing. If the Gods see fit, perhaps they will grant me a mortal life next time."