"Most of them are fucked up in some way or another." By now, he's started walking in the direction of home, figuring that the inquisitive young miss will follow if she likes or go elsewhere. It's not really his problem.

When she asks about his world, Rat lets out an angry bark of laughter. It hadn't worked, of course it hadn't worked! "Aside from a nature god filling people at random with deadly bee larvae and then a bomb destroying the wall? Oh yes, everything was going swimmingly."

Rat is very, very good at sarcasm.

"I left. Or I tried to. Now I'm here."