[He stares across the endless white and sees barren earth and ashes in the wind in his mind’s eye. His dreams won’t be pleasant tonight.] No.

They couldn’t have. [He traces his hand along the edge of the stone building where the tools should be. He steps inside. The tools are old, what remains of them. It’s enough to give him an idea just how long it’s been.

He steps out but leaves space for Tsuru to go inside.] I’m nose blind until my body adjusts. But even if I wasn’t this city has been dead too long to trace its history.