He froze at her question, his head bowing, and suddenly they weren't in the transport, but on a barren, clearly dying world. Another Ama, from his memory, was standing to the side, this one gaunt, exhausted, and clearly enraged, staring at Draiss, in armor that was to what his usual power armor looked like what adamantine full plate mail was to padded armor. He was being savaged by the Ama, and her voice, full of hate, loathing, and rage, pounded on him. "RETURN? You 'return, finally?' Well, the hour is most late indeed, traitor, and I will never forgive one that abandoned us. The children behind me are all that is left! Inari dead, twenty kitsunes left, and you DARE to return and utter that you have 'finally' done so?"<br/><br/>It took but a couple seconds, before he was back in the present, but his eyes were haunted. "Yeah, three centuries. Pretty bad, I apologize for taking so long.<br/><br/>Got a bit more than five millennia for me, found an alternate 'you' three times. Most of them went about as well as that memory. Fifty one centuries with change, and about thirty seven or so of those centuries with someone actively trying to kill me. Weapon in hand, magic, bolt, sword, doesn't matter. Near four millennia in active combat. Two of those millennia with two corruptions that are... were killing V'elen and myself by inches, and only the fact they fought each other more than us allowed us any hope of holding them back long enough to get home. Been four months, most of that unconscious with Jashah and her people trying to cleanse those taints. Still at least a year of me not doing anything else but getting heal just to get that done, then the physical wounds will need healing. Century before the fleet you see is back to combat ready, most are just barely holding together, no power, no ability to move, a handful can't even stay in contact, they drift, and will live or die by the rest's mercy. One million death squad charged Verdelet's tower with me, barely more than a thousand of them came back. But nothing major. Nothing major at all.<br/><br/>Yeah, just a bit rough."<br/><br/>He was curled up, despite not ever actually moving, his legs tucked in close, his chin resting on his knees, one hand holding his wrist near his ankles, wrapped around his legs, his eyes staring at the ground in front of him. "Nothing major at all. Just a few hundred trillion we failed to save, several trillion we, the returning ones, killed ourselves. I have at least a dozen million dead by my hands. So yeah, nothing important happened at all. Just wasting time, waiting for the damn portal to open back up, and let us move to the next timeline. Nothing important at all."