“Ohhh yeahh, that’s fine with me!” Zelos beamed happily, grinning in Philia’s direction. He hated this place already! The ominous purple gas that flooded the streets, the sick townies, the dark atmosphere….hell, even the women were too sad looking to be cute! Why should he help these people? They were doomed. To have miasma in the air all year long? How could people possibly live in a place like that?

Zelos didn’t know the area at all, so he couldn’t tell which place was which…let alone a hospital. ‘Might as well keep the conversation going…’ he though as he turned to Lloyd. “You’ve seen first hand the dangers of the miasma, so why do you still live in this town?” He asked in a low voice, dropping his previous grin. It certainly wasn’t his place to pry, but Zelos just had to know. He couldn’t imagine himself living in a place like this, so why would other people want to?