"God, I would KILL for a beach vacation. Why don't we get THOSE anymore?"

It's rude, it's SUPER rude. Now that it's clear the Heartless have stopped actively pursuing them, Zulius slows to a steady canter, letting out a soft ooof. He will categorically never admit to getting old either out loud OR in his own head, but wow is he feeling winded.

"Wait, like... actual Hell? Like. Fire and brimstone Hell?" he turns to look over his shoulder at his friend. "Thaaaaaaat might be a past life thing, y'know? Liking it there. Demon and all."