Vivi watches Gabriel's wings change colour with innocent interest. Mercifully, if he thinks there's anything to it, he keeps the question to himself.

"If I was that helpless, I'd already be a husk," he says, more to protest the assumption he was helpless to begin with than anything. He's not even sure he would form a husk or he'd simply fade into oblivion.

That mention of luck gets another small giggle. Amused, entertained, simply reminded of his siblings again? It's unclear. But it's that mention of departing that really catches his attention. His eyes light up in burning, avid curiosity.

"Are you going down to the other layers?"