"I think it's less any physical changes and more having to take responsibility for saving people and worlds. You do it for a while, you crack, keep doing it, you break, and you have people help you back up again." He frowns and shakes his head. "And I like Q'uila, she's my friend, but not one of my main support people."

He'd hoped someone would show up, but... no. No one. He can't even reach out on the Network. "... I appreciate it, though it's long and probably would set off like twelve different triggers." He's very proud of knowing that term, Thorne and Gil taught him. "And you just got here, you have enough to deal with today than my baggage. I have enough baggage already."

He opens up a tear in the air and tugs it apart just enough for Ghost to see... some kind of heavy crate. There's something peeking out of the top. Is that... a potato? He closes the rip.