[ Midnight, once again, is a bit numb to the world, but that pinch does make it through the intoxication wall eventually. ]

Ah — ow. Well, if everyone needs a distraction...

[ But it is, once again, Sylvain to the rescue. Midnight, whether Gregor lets go of his beautiful, beautiful face or not, nods solemnly. ]

Although I feel as thought the appeals of my body are evergreen... You're quite right. Even the most sweeping of mountain vistas become commonplace through... through habit? No, through constancy. Thank you.