[He flashes a brief, if not oddly friendly smirk to that-it's good to be with at least partially likeminded sorts.

And then Mokuba asks that question, and he has to drop it. Ah.]

...It happened over time. ...anyone who arrived there, everyone, became 'something'. ...I've gotten used to it, [he tries to add more optimistically-it isn't a lie after all. Before getting here he was even making jokes about having no legs! ...he isn't sure he can find a good window for one right now though.] And... ...I'd forgotten, I think, what 'real' life was...