Natasha looked utterly astonished. She stared wide-eyed at Schiller and said, "What did you say??? You get seasick?! You... can't you turn into mist and float?"
Schiller shook his head. "It's no use."
He clutched his chest and coughed violently several times, his face pale and his expression somewhat vacant. Clearly, he was devoting part of his attention to investigating the situation inside the High Tower of his mind.
Back when Pride got seasick, most of the personalities had assumed it was simply one of Pride's problems. After all, Pride always had plenty of problems, like being afraid of broccoli. Maybe seasickness was the same.
Schiller had never taken a boat in his previous life, nor had he ever had anything that required him to go out to sea. He had no deep impression of the ocean and no particular attachment to it. He did not really know what it felt like to travel by boat.
After coming to DC, he had spent most of his time without leaving Gotham. It was not until he took annual leave and went to Seabrook, where Arthur was, that he discovered he actually got seasick.
It seemed completely unreasonable, but the human body could be unreasonable sometimes. Even with something as overpowered as Gray Mist, it was impossible to be fully immune to every physiological ailment. So Pride had not thought much of it at the time. Seasickness was seasickness. At worst, he simply would not take boats in the future.
But later, he had approached the ocean without taking a boat—for example, when Lucifer held him while flying through the sky. Yet the symptoms of seasickness had not vanished with the absence of a boat. That was when Schiller realized he might not be seasick at all. He might be seasick from