He was momentarily stunned by the sight of trees and flowers, the scent of fresh air. Still, he was aware of the fact it wasn't real--

And yet he was willing to push that aside for now. It was beautiful. Mello wandered closer, lips parted in awe. He'd never realized he gave a damn about flowers or trees or grass. But he hadn't seen any in so long...

Finally remembering Sephiroth, he turned to look over his shoulder for him, suspicious.