[Even under the best of circumstances, Setsuna isn't good with words. For something like this, he completely lacks the vocabulary to talk about it with anyone, let alone think it through for himself.]

I can feel things... sense things. Even the air in this place feels like rice.

I can feel what's in the hearts of others. And more, but... [there's a heavy sigh from him.] Its not something I can put into words. I'm sorry.