[now that's an unnerving thought, isn't it? Zoro's still not convinced about codes even after, what, eight or nine months of this place, but the weirdness is definitely noticeable, in others if not himself.]

I heard it was just that the air outside the colony, in the native world, isn't the same as we all normally breathe. Making it poisonous to us, I guess. But who's to say, anymore. I don't even know if we're real anymore.

[he polishes off that bottle and sets it down with the growing stack of empties before fishing out a different one.]