[It’s a promise that almost has him speechless, that someone would go to that length for him. To delay their own return home for his sake — never would he had been treated this way back in Detroit. Even the Lieutenant, who he wanted to call his friend, would look at him with disdain when he didn’t match the expectations in the man’s mind, time and time again.

Not like Konoha, whose earnestness means that Connor can take it as nothing more than truth.]

...Thank you. That’s comforting to know, coming from you.

But we’re talking in hypotheticals, aren’t we? Best to adapt to the situation as it is now, and make use of the time we have. Who knows what our stay in this world might bring?