"Is that so..." Following the boy's point, he stood there dumb and dazed, suddenly fixated on the sky. Each word was delayed, each having to push through a storm of thought. He didn't know where to begin. It was as if Cartesia wasn't such a bad place after all. A cure almost. The damage done on his frame after over 120 or so full moons could not be reversed, but if staying in Cartesia could halt the progression, and halt the 'episodes,' without the moons...
But that was a dangerous track of thought. Cartesia was meant to be escaped or die trying. Or at least that was the message that was being repeated since he arrived. His eyes had to shift away from the sky- as seductive as it was now. The moon used to be like a clock. A very slow clock, and the more that you saw of this clock's face, the less time he had. Now it was missing. Unlike his companions, he thought the darkness was beautiful.
Pretending to rejoin the conversation was immensely difficult, he hadn't heard a word after the Azazel's comment that captivated him. "None?" He asked, oblivious if they were even on the same topic.