Ah, do I look unwell? Perhaps I care not to hide it when others can catch my thoughts as easily as stray leaves left to blow in the wind.

[ He takes a seat next to Diluc, whether or not he has been invited to do so. This is where he has chosen to be, and thus this is where this stubborn old rock will be. Closer now and not bothering to hide his own thoughts, they overflow the space like too much water pouring into a cup.

Where do the dead go if the world is gone and Tree of Life is dead? Do they linger like dead gods who also had no path before them?

He leans in a bit closer to Diluc. ]

Still Meridian, are you?