Ienzo sat by a window trying not to doze off.

Instead of sleeping, something he really, really wanted to do, he zoned out and watched the countryside whizzing past. Sadly, in Nabradia, what passed for countryside was a lot of warped grassland, peculiar rock formations, marshes all covered in Mist and old, ruined cities. There were some clear patches, but much of it was drear and dull. It didn't help that it was starting to grow dimmer and dimmer as the day drew closer to evening, either.

At any other time he might have been interested in what Mist could do to ravage a landscape, but exhaustion pushed the curiosity away and turned everything on the other side of the glass into a grey and green blur.

Conversation might have kept him more alert, but nobody seemed interesting in talking and trying to keep a conversation going, or even attempting to strike one up, didn't feel right given everyone's mood. Lumi and Marluxia seemed content to sit in silence closest to the door of the carriage. Nel sat in the middle, between Ulquiorra and Marluxia.

He looked across at Nel when she spoke and nodded.