Though his sight is not what it should be in this city, it is all but impossible to miss the rare sight of aether in a place as devoid of it is this once Hythlodaeus grows close. And besides that rare sight, there is an even rarer color. Not one he sees often, but one easily recognizable nonetheless, both by station and via a mutual friend.

And though he enters the exhibit in search of the young man within, any words he may have to say to Elidibus fall silent at the display before him--meant for Elidibus, but echoing so deeply within him that his breath shudders.

A future yet to come. One soul of many, soon to be lost in that swirling darkness. And the heart of it all here before him now. It cannot be ignored and will not be forgotten, but Hythlodaeus tears his gaze from the sight nonetheless, plastering a smile on his face and doing his best to appear welcoming.

"I think I preferred the previous art installation more," he quips lightly. "Much more whimsical, for one, and not something I think we would see on Etheirys."