Rygdea remained silent, his frown returning in earnest. He'd seen crazy people before, Eden had its fair share of mentally ill, but to watch someone go from coherent to raving to empty air in a split-second was...unnerving. It wasn't until he looked over at the silver-haired man that he realised that the room they were standing in...wasn't the room they had been in. Some sort of magic, then? Perhaps he wasn't crazy at all, maybe he'd just been seeing something they couldn't.

"You an' Cid should talk," he muttered, in response to the other man's comment, then shook his head and brought his focus back to the matter at hand. "So...what the hell just happened?"