'Tch. Mostly. Although they had something called 'storage,' where people went when they disappeared, instead of going home, where you'd be tortured on end. Word was, though, that everyone came from there, to begin with.

. . . If what we're told here is legit, I hope that place is absolutely ripped to shreds. It's only unfortunate that I couldn't be there to help.

[As for his actually home, well, he's on the fence. One one hand, who gives a damn. On the other, if he's to supposedly 'help' this world in restoring things, therefore keeping those aliens from destroying this place, then that means he has some extra time to have fun while being alive.

Either way, he lets out a laugh at what she says, with a grin to match.]

Don't mind if I do~ [. . . and at the last second, he'll lift his leg a little higher, so to hit the shin instead, making for a harder fall. ♥]