The more he thought he was at least beginning to cope with the incredibly hard to buy reality of it all, the more prone he was to being slapped in the face with information like this. Nathan closed his eyes and sighed, taking another of many moments to digest everything Cid was telling him. It felt more and more like the last, couple shreds of sanity he clung to were slipping away, and it sickened him that that was probably just what the sick bastards behind this place wanted, Company or not.

Nathan didn't comment further. He didn't raise anymore futile questions, and he didn't intend to do so any time in the near future. There wasn't any use in asking; nobody really knew what the hell was going on anyway. The only thing certain and true was that they were all stuck there, and there wasn't any easy way out, not for any of them.

"You like to fly, I take it." Chosing to pursue the unlikely topic of the other man's career over the mind-breaking laws of Landels, Nathan couldn't help but indulge his own, inner, dry sense of what could sometimes be called humor.