"To be honest, I hate this place." It's said bluntly, with the same casual inflection as one would use while talking about the weather. He's never really cared for Cerealia or CERES, but he's managed well enough. It just took some getting used to. The CereVice is still a thing he'd prefer to avoid carrying, though. Even now, he still forgets to take it with him half the time.

He pauses for a moment to kick aside some scattered debris, listening for any other signs of life or movement, before resuming the path down long hallways. Talking to Keigo is almost a chore, but there's something about this place that creeps him out -and having spent how long living with Orochimaru, that's saying something. "Everything is either too new-looking or it's decrepit, and I don't understand the need for relying on technology for everything."