He'd never really thought of that. He'd only been here a few days, and he liked Alkaid well enough, but he didn't really have a problem with going back to his own...world. He'd miss the food, maybe.

So what happened if he got stuck here for a few weeks? Haine would probably kick him in the face whenever he got back. Maybe he wouldn't even last that long and just die for nicotene withdrawl.

Man, his attention span was too short for all of this poetic stuff Artemis was going on about. "It's called 'making friends'. That can happen anywhere." He rested his arms on the table, slouching again. His eye drifed down to the scar running through the back of his hand. "Just like leaving people. Being forced to if you want to get out. Whatever. The point is it's not something special about this place.

"You're making a big deal when this isn't even close to hell."