Sometimes even the brightest of green leaves can turn dull and blue.

Every now and then, Gamon gets a terrible case of the morbs, like thunderstorm clouds at evening turning into a night of dreary fog. All the extra mass and magic fizzles out, the light leaves his eyes, and the nuki looks almost like his old human self, tired and weak.

Eh. Give him fifteen minutes to bitch and moan and hate himself forever, and he'll get distracted by a funny Tumblr screenshot or something.