Serph tilts his head as he gives M-Bot a blank look, not understanding the bot's actions at all. It's not like he has a point of comparison that makes his situation seem unusually terrible, only a vague vision of a (blue sky) place without fighting to spur him to keep going.

And... despite everything, he does miss it a little. Things had gotten... busy. Bustling, even. There was a satisfaction in looking out over Muladhara and their new base and seeing all the people he trusted and trusted him in return. Ever since they gained their demons, both a blessing and a curse, there were still points of joy in the midst of everything. Before, they couldn't even feel that.

Enough about him. "You said locales developed spirits. What are those?"