[It's taken him some time to accept everything without kicking up a fuss at every turn, but being so worked up about the abrupt change in scenery/direction/PLANS was exhausting. That, and the fact that he'd met with a handful of inhabitants helped him settle. It was like finding a stray animal and giving it a name — just like that, you're attached.

So yeah, he was going to accept his duty to defend this place or whatever. He was an absolute pushover when it came to helping things in need, but there were some lingering questions... concerns, really.]

If we're supposed to be savin' this place, and the guys causing trouble're overpowered dipshits... [Not even a hello, and he's got a stick hanging out of his mouth. Not like a branch, more like a tongue depressor. The sad remains of a delicious ice pop.] Then what's the big idea about takin' away our powers? S'like this place wants the bad guys to win.

Does anyone out there actually have their weapons from home-? Starting from scratch is gonna suck, bigtime.