Unforunately, both of the worlds Serph came from totally suck. But he is at least a little fond of the Junkyard, the place he'd existed in for five years. So the rain crosses the borders between worlds, banishing the land of neverending light. Despite the rain falling on them, it strangely doesn't feel cold or even particularly wet.

"It was a simulation. Virtual." Serph tilts his head up towards the sky, hand outstretched as he lets the rain pool on his hand. "Including the people in it."