Alex grunts, digesting that little shpiel silently. Give credit where credit's due, a whole lot of that makes sense. It's why he's mostly okay with being here. Mostly. No awful thing in a suit looming over with its faceless face, leering at him out from the shadows and driving him insane. No more dead friends.

No more than usual, anyway.

"You sure all that shit's temporary?" he fires back, arching an eyebrow. "How d'you know this place isn't draining all your gray matter, memories and stuff?"