"I think that someone is us," he finishes with a grin, half falling into step and half leading the way.

"It is odd, isn't it?" he continues, as they go, destination decided on and detour committed to, he feels more free to just speak and not think so much, "While I have other personal favorites, I think this is the most objectively beautiful place I have ever been in my life. But... no one seems to notice." Maybe Venat. He's not thinking about why that might be, not right now.