More fish for Victor and Makka. Makka, who looks toward Ellis on her approach, then licks her lips. She doesn't move toward Ellis, but oh. Oh, that looks delicious. Makka is too clearly focused on the sausage in Ellis's mouth, watching her every movement.

"Were we not before?" He knows not everyone was, had heard it in what was said or wasn't said. People woke to find themselves in colours that supported a dragon who hadn't held their service at the time of their death.

Even more strange, in ways, as them all resurrecting from a multitudes of times, battles that had happened over all those nearby fields over the years the war had stretched on. The pointless, bloody battles stripping colour and light out of the world, and leaving it diving toward madness.

He shook his head, as if dismissing some thought or another from his mind, and absently bit into his fish. After swallowing, he added, "I can appreciate some high minded dramatics. May as well change our perspective on everything literally as well as metaphorically."