[ hmm. well, that tells him a lot, actually - there's a huff of a noise that might be amused there, too. alright. weird place. weird deal. not too surprising, considering he sprang up out of the ground like some kind of corpse in the world's weirdest sense of deja vu.

he acknowledges what she says, though, taking it all in as he looks out at the crowd, watching cyrus (and of course, the guy's name is cyrus) blather away on his speech. not long enough, huh? ]

Lemme guess. 'Everything'll be fine when we win whatever war, you'll go back home, blah blah, blah, but oh, wait, this is gonna take longer than we thought it would, our bad.' [ a beat. ] Or the other flavor, 'when we win the war, then I promise you some high place in a world that doesn't exist.'

Bleak.