Angeal turned to gaze upon the surrounding scenery, and found the blue-haired man's comment to be quite true. The flowers, the grass, all had a type of gleam to them, and the fact of the matter only served to drive his curiousity further and further. Flowers made of... stone and metal?

And simple-minded clones. Shame he lost all his Materia in that fight. Would've made him rich for once.

With a thoughtful noise, the winged man reached down to pluck a few flowers out of the grass, pocketing them swiftly.