Joshua watches the demonstration carefully. "Yes, I see," he murmurs, a hand at his chin in thought. "I wonder... Those who turn akashic do physically change, but not in form. Every part of them, even the clothes on their back, become oversaturated with aether and lose their color. They appear worn and pitted, as might eroded stone. But their forms remain the same. Are they beyond saving, do you think?"

It's Joshua's turn to smile, then, if only for a moment. "A second chance...it sounds too good to be true, but I myself have benefited in this way, as well. I suppose we are merely left to wonder how long such a boon can last, and who else is benefiting from it in ways we cannot fathom." A pause. "Ah - forgive me, I do not mean to cast shadows upon your happiness."