He gestured futilely at it, in his understated way, then finally sighed, "I have no way of telling if that is an illusion." With time and examination, perhaps, but he was too adrift to concentrate on anything except his immediate bearings, much less appreciate any beauty there. Since the black sky didn’t seem to be jumping and attacking him at the moment, he turned his attention to the stranger speaking to him.

"Some of my things have been taken from me." Nice conversation opener, an oblique question that neglected to mention that his things were blades.