[There definitely will be a lot of takeout. Unless one of them decides to take up cooking lessons. Honestly he probably should have back in the Tower, but why bother when it was all literally oatmeal, anyway? Or something worse. We don't talk about that. He had another opportunity to ask his adoptive mother after he ended up in that huge house alone, too, but... whoops.]

Honestly, aside from waking up on that ship? It's been practically another Tuesday for me.

[Except who really knows what day of the week it was? Not this replica. Doesn't really even care right now, save the fact he's once again pulled from everything he knew before.]

It'd take a lot of explaining, but if my hunch is right... this is the world a four of my former comrades helped to create.

[He can't call them his friends. He only ever really spoke to two of them, and one had been only the once outside of battles they wound up in together. Yet from his tone... he respected them a great deal. And, a little more quietly as he leans against the wall:]

Even the known nations have similar names to them...