Emil chews some at his lip as he considers that. He's never really seen that from his own performances, but then again it's different being an observer as opposed to performing. He could see things like what Reno was describing in other skaters, but he can't really see it in himself.

But maybe that had changed in the years since they'd met, then been separated. He doesn't know. But he does acknowledge that he's just not as engrossing to most audiences as some of the other skaters. More often than not, he's more of a footnote of competition seasons, even when he wins medals. The growing collection of them kept in a simple, out of the way display case is pretty indicative of that.

He's quiet on the matter, accepting the fact for what it is. He won't admit just yet that this might just be his last competitive season, just by dint of age and physical changes. A guy his size can't jump the way he does without fucking up the ice pretty bad.

"You know, I think if you'd been able to do it right, you would have blown me out of the water during the season. I know I'd have loved to watch," he comments, smiling faintly and nudging Reno's arm with his own. "Your passion's always obvious, and you've got so much of it. I don't think mine comes through very well."