[ She's younger than him, smaller than him, slighter than him— but even so, Atsushi feels somewhat humbled by her sense of calm, as if she's weathered a war instead of... whatever Cerealia'd decided to throw at her. Which might as well be wars, if what she's saying is true. ]

T— terminated?!

[ That's not the sort of thing he wanted to hear, and especially not so blithely, but. It is what it is, and despite his obvious discomfort, Atsushi doesn't make her elaborate further. He's quick to bury his own concern in providing answers, maybe because he doesn't want Chihiro to have to explain. ]

Th, that is... yeah, the city was definitely much more lively. And there was never any sort of weather, even if the electronics tended to go a little crazy at times.

I... guess it was never safe, but it never felt... like this.

[ Strange, hostile, dilapidated. He's not eloquent enough for those descriptors, unfortunately, and just makes a vague gesture with his hands. 'All of this'. ]