"Are you under the effects of something? An enchantment maybe? That would make sense given what is happening to everyone." He hooks his lantern back on his belt, hoping that the cracks that have shown up don't get worse. Ignis had mentioned something along those lines and then he'd warned Quentin and... His eyes briefly go wide and he looks down at the ground, suddenly that encounter makes a whole lot more sense. "The same happened to Quentin. I thought he was belittling everything, but he couldn't stop making jokes. Laughing at things that weren't humorous."

Like joking that maybe those who stayed dead were used as currency by the spirits the same as how the Night Market used spirits for trading.

"Maybe you should stay inside until it wears off?" He frowns, that's assuming a lot. He doesn't know if it even will wear off. But his optimism is still there buried beneath his new shiny scales. Holding up his clawed hands he nods to them, "This hasn't gotten any worse since it started a few days ago, so perhaps everything has peaked and it will start to recede?"