"Nothing so poetic as he normally speaks. He told me you were here - and that Lord Muzan was here as well. He didn't hesitate to tell me that I was going to be weaker than normal for some time."
The bitter edge of his voice is hard to miss. The fact he was actively weaker than the other Upper Moons right now would drive him mad if he lingered on it for too long - but Muzan was weak right now too.
He turns his hand a bit, looking at the tattoos on his hands. They had disappeared in the last moments he remembered, but here he was, demonic once again.
"But he didn't elaborate much further. I've noted that we can walk in the sun now, and that I haven't felt particularly weakened by a lack of food. Is there anything else you've noticed?"
His eyes slip to Kokushibo's side. He's unarmed, which meant he's been stripped of his blade.
"It seems...like a dream sometimes."
"No not much more than that, there are some events that have come and gone that seem rewarding but I have not participated yet." Maybe he should try to get Lord Muzan out of the house with one soon, he hadn't seen him outside of his regular visits to his room. He was inclined to agree with his statement though, the world they were in was so wildly different from their own it was strange to think they existed in this space at all to begin with and how their powers were apparently so easy to regain. "A dream is a good way to describe this place, it's almost as hard to fathom as the infinity castle despite it's finite space. Given the powers that exists here are likely the closest thing to gods we'll ever interreact with too it makes this all rather surreal."
How terrible would that be, trapped in dream never to reunite with the loved ones from their human days. If he could cry for them he was sure he would but life had brought him to such an indifference here it wasn't something he could weep for now. "What do you make of this place then Akaza, is it a good dream or a bad one?"
