[ in thinking about it, he recognizes the truth to kogami's words. were this home, maybe he'd feel differently - his origin story, the truth behind where his roots lie... already, those things had been turned on him once, by a man who knew too much. that thought settles in him, somewhat sobering. and yet, this isn't home. people know him by this face first, rather than the opposite.

with that in mind, his smile resurfaces, mellower but more resilient.

he leaves the appeased hugbugs to their tasks attending the pumpkin patch, and starts to step free from it with a shake of his head. ]

I don't mind! I just have to be careful to not breath any in. I'll get it from my manager, if I don't take care of my lungs.

[ that's his bread and butter in there, after all. ]