He closed his eyes and for a long moment just tried to imagine. They'd passed through forests sometimes, his little band of misfits, so he knew the smell of wet earth and moss and trees. He knew the clean smell the world got after rain. He knew the smell of leaves, even if Alternian leaves weren't green. No wonder Guy hated it here, with all the stagnant, sterile air and the constant feeling of being fenced in. The Signless understood how hard that was, after living free.

"... Guy, may I ask you something?"

He needed to address how obnoxiously pale this whole thing was before it went on for too much longer, just so it wasn't this nebulous issue he was half ignoring and half worrying about.