[His tight shoulders slumps at the genuine words, all tension draining from him. It had been so long since he last talked about how he feels, usually being the one comforting others. Especially about the killing game.

Talking about that was always impossible, with most of his friends too traumatized to talk about it and the rest of the world too damaged by the state of the world. Just another tragedy upon a broken world. People didn't have time for that. Not when the world was still facing so much despair. It was a miracle he got to talk to his therapist at all, and that was only so he was fit to work for the Future Foundation.]

I just...

[He hesitates before sighing.]

It just feels exactly like the beginning of that time. The waking up in a strange place, surrounded by strangers, thinking something was about to make sense when suddenly we're told by our host that we're stuck here forever. Now we just need the killing to start.

[He has seen some of the newcomers react violently but it hasn't reached that level. At least not yet. Shaking his head to try to shake away those thoughts and keep up his famous optimism, he looks up at North.]

North or Andrew...Which one would you prefer?