[It's every bit as bad for him, Freya. But perhaps it's for the best that Ramza himself isn't able to see see exactly how glamorous he's made to look... especially as the mist rolls through in another wave, and lends a particular almost-blurry softness to the image on the screen.]

I would not have imagined it myself, but I took the rose in hand and the petals began falling... [And the sparkles began soon after, but he'd rather not draw attention to that now.]

You've seen nothing of the sort in your travels?