Tulio wasn't raging as badly now, but he was still simmering out of pure frustration. He didn't like going out into the road again, and ... of course, something was wrong with it too. It was flat, square, smooth. He supposed this might give them an advantage and cut down their travelling time, but it was still creepy that their surroundings had changed like this.

At Envy's question, he gave him a glare. "What do you mean a light?"

When it was dark, it was dark. Of course, this place didn't obey those rules by those weird ... magical ... white fires in glasses. Agh, whatever. He didn't want to question that. But no, he didn't happen to have something like that on him. That was, really, a stupid question in his opinion.