Giant flowers, huh... I know down in the Amazon Rainforest, back where I'm from, they've got giant lilypads, but even those aren't big enough to carry people. How giant are we talking here? Were they shaped like boats, or -

[With that last question, he turned around, and his voice caught in his throat.

He expected to catch sight of maybe a few scars. Arthur's in a trade similar enough to his own, and that comes with the territory. But this, the sheer scale... he's seen scars like this all of once. Well, no, more than once. Naoya had brought far more than one photograph, that day. "This is the history you can not prevent, and that we - that I - can not ever forget. You asked me what an atomic bomb was, back at the base... well, this is what that does."

He knows old radiation burns when he sees them, now, and the sight of scars like that on a barely-recovering-from-starvation frame is enough to shatter his composure.]

Jesus Christ. I - sorry, I just - my God, I didn't realize you'd been - what happened to you?

[His voice broke on "happened", there. What scars he carries aren't nearly so... that.]