"Assistance." The answer comes a little hastily. "...sorry. I'd prefer company, if you're sure you don't mind."

It's not easy to be here, and breaks are something he's avoiding. They're invitation to too many intrusive thoughts from him, and too many glares and comments from others.

"There's plenty to pull, and we know they like each other. The Veil, it's always been thin and disorienting here, and there's..." He grimaces. He doesn't really have a right to complain about memories considering what he did, he knows it, but it weighs in on him anyway.

"History," is what he finishes with.