A sigh, then César thinks, and launches into an explanation while keeping his voice clinical. "I worked eight months mostly alone under evil employers again whom had caused my parents' deaths only months prior, preventing them from murdering a lot of people. And then over a month with a team of people I already knew. And then used what could seem like a deus ex machina to prevent them from becoming gods at the very last second. Whilst letting everyone outside think the worst of me. Which was easy for them to do because I come off as a mad scientist who has no concept of the humanities, even though I deeply respect them."

César pauses for a moment to let that all sink in. "As a result, I'm decompressing from stress, mildly underweight, have no concept of free time or relaxation, and am now only having my first normal conversations in over nine months. Not to mention, finally having time to process my grief over my parents' deaths. ... It's all a bit much to open up to random strangers about in detail, you know?"