"Mm."

And...that's all he has to say about it. Maybe he'd become jaded over the years, knowing just how awful the silence could be if you didn't want it. To know just how loud quiet could be.

But he sees where Cyclonus is coming from, his head turning to look from the water to him. His brows are as furrowed as ever, but behind that, two blue optics shine. Like stars.

And they begin to twinkle when he mentions the sand, casting those eyes down to their feet.

"Not the most accommodating of landscapes. But it is all what you sacrifice for something much greater."