Would he settle for the answer, "It's complicated"? Because really, that was the only answer anyone could give without getting into TVs and Shadows and everything being shit.

He let out a faint laugh at that question. "Well, as quiet as life can get anyway..."

Really, he'd been spending most of his time in lockup sleeping when he wasn't getting dragged off to speak with interrogators and shrinks. He'd been hoping they'd get tired of dealing with him and throw away the key already; enough with trying to prove he was crazy, or whatever else they were trying to do.

After a moment, he just let out a sigh.

"Well, can't say I'm exactly used to popping up into random worlds. Kinda took me by surprise."

He wasn't even going to address the moogle and who it reminded him off. He was in no mood to deal with that can of worms.