"There's some things here that seem utterly ubiquitous, to the point where you get odd looks if you ask what they are. Like horses. But there isn't a single bird over forty pounds to be seen, never mind one big enough to ride." And to him, it's chocobos that should be everywhere and not horses.

Or mules. Or donkeys. Where are the avians?

He glances up as Ignis reaches for his own throat; if there's any such thing forming on the man, he can't tell at a glance. "I'd demonstrate, but it turns to gas on contact with most things and I'd rather not find out how dangerous it is in a crowded venue." Presumably it'll be more effective once he has the teeth to support it, though he wasn't much lookign forward to the changes that would mean.

Or any of it, really. If there was an option to simply hide away and wait for the inevitable, he'd probably take it.