Already been asking myself that ever since people started wanting me for have hope for anything. [Spoken with a snort. Really, people had wanted for him to have hope for all sorts of things- Couldn't even remember when he started wanting to hope anymore. That didn't even matter, nothing here did when it would simply be gone and forgotten whenever he returned home for good.

Yet here he damn well was. Nearly three years and- well. Not the only one here, but now the only one here from their world that had been in this place for so long. Why him of all people? What was the point of it all?

Reduce him to this goddamn mess?

Nearly scoffed—] My 60th only got celebrated because Shimada remembered while he was here and pulled Kevin in to help. I don't even remember the last time anyone, let alone me, bothered to before that.

[Why celebrate when you were dead to the world at large? Better off that way.

The fact he downed nearly half the bottle at that was likely not a goo sign. Grimacing more at the sudden burn of it all going down than anything else.] Why bother thinking we're home? You're somewhere in Cairo and I'm off in Venice months after that run in.

It's just as damn pointless as anything here.

[No really, he went over the pointlessness of everything mentally of a regular enough basis it's a surprise he was keeping it together as long as he had.]

They're my favorite.