"At least it'd be warmer," Zelos grumbled underneath his breath. He set his chin in his hand and glanced down at the mug of cocoa. At least they had that, as much worth as a mug of cocoa could be.

"Maybe we're not supposed to be here," he said, shrugging. "The people in the city didn't seem to keen on letting anyone out. My guess is that the people who ended up here stumbled on something they weren't supposed to find." Zelos frowned as he said it. He'd mostly been following his thoughts there, and he really didn't like where they'd ended up. Paradise was starting to look more and more ugly as time went on. Figured it'd be just a pretty paint job.