He hugs himself a little, then adjusts it to just fold his arms so he doesn't look quite so pathetic.

"maybe not."

Maybe there is no better. Maybe this is just it.

He watches them for a moment without fully looking at them. Are we wanted here? It's different here, right? He doesn't think they're asking for real answers. He thinks they're asking for a lie. A nice lie.

They're fine. They're useful. He knows they can fight, and they make blankets. It might be a jungle here, but it still gets cold. This isn't even something they should have to worry about.

"y-yeah. i guess. it's different here."