"Being in a gray world and having color myself, there has to be a reason. Maybe, it was done to make sure the threats knew who the 'enemies' are," Eliot walked through the sparse forest, the thought crossing his mind. He couldn't help but take in the sight, which greatly unsettled him. The lack of color made the environment feel alien, as if he were looking at the past.
[...Maybe,] was all Nedia replied.
"You don't know, or does it have to do with my privilege?" he asked casually, testing the system.
[A mix of both. I don't know everything, and I can't learn it with your current level of privilege.]
"Mmm," he hummed in response, then his expression shifted to a frown as he recalled something important. "I need to find a weapon. Walking around without one makes me feel vulnerable," he stated.
[That would be the smartest move, but… I don't think you'd be able to find something that can serve that purpose here.]
