"As... long as it's not just me," Bum breathes out. He's not going crazy. He's not hallucinating. Well, that or Suzaku also is, but losing one's mind in company sounds slightly preferable to doing so alone.

He leans in a little so he can whisper.

"I think it's true. W-what if everything around us is made of ash?.. What if we just can't-- see it?"

He definitely looks and sounds like somebody with a tinfoil hat, what with those dark bags under his eyes and a generally unkempt look, but there's something else. Desperation. To be believed, perhaps, or at least not brushed aside.