A while back I was told what I was on earth no longer mattered, that I had to make the best of what I was given here. [he raises his eyes again, looking upset at the thought] I didn't want to, at first, but more and more, now, I'm finding that sentiment to be true. I was brought to Cerealia, given a new job, and a new place to stay, and I am completely surrounded by new faces, new species. I'm not sure what to believe in anymore.

[such cynical thoughts from this man who looked content a few moments ago]