He cringes. Well, better to get over with that first, right? No sense saving it. "No one has found a way home in a long time. People just keep arriving and end up... stuck." He gives a bit of a hopeless shrug. His mind flickers back to Timon and Laharl, and he doesn't want to know just how long they've been here. Zidane at least left, somehow, at one point. Not that he could explain it.

"But!" Yes, there was that treasured "but", and excitement gleams in Zidane's eyes. "See, apparently this whole place - and others - are stuffed into a castle, and there's this rumor going around that if we make it to the top..." He spins cheerfully around her. "We can go home."