It was kind of funny how the patrons of a supposed mental institute would have a standard set of questions when it came to introducing themselves to other people. Not like Sync was really complaining; it was more efficient this way to get through the basics, which meant that it didn't have to feel like he was dragging a stick through mud to get his answers.

"There's nothing really special about me," Sync pointed out again. "I was just a soldier back in my world, so it's not like it really mattered if you kept secrets from others since they'd probably end up dead anyway."

It was a pretty pessimistic view, but the God-General wasn’t one for optimism.

"I've only been here for a few days, but I've read the boards. Apparently you can hop over the walls now?" Not like Sync ever tried beforehand, but it certainly made things easier now that it was confirmed.