"Well said." Though he doesn't voice out how much the red sky and the meteor raining fire on them makes him on edge, stresses him to the point where he dives into overworking more readily to escape the memories it evokes.

He follows Galo's line of sight and at the notice of the greenery obscuring their path, Roland decides to silently ask Bambosh for his timely help. He squeaks loudly next to Galo's ear and waves into existence four tinier ones that manifest from him. Roland's sword absorbs them, and in an instant, the blade is imbued with fire. Better this than asking them to set things alight, right?

"You're a pretty insightful guy. Please keep wondering out loud for my sake." Roland smiles encouragingly. They approach and he makes two decisive swings of his weapon to cut and burn through the vines. They don't fan out the way a less controlled spark would, and he snuffs out what embers crawl away. "I've been thinking about that too. It almost seems like this whole planet wasn't even made for sentient life, y'know?"

There were no houses. No signs of culture. No signs of people making a life for themselves. It's almost depressing.