[A seven-foot tall suit of armor? No, Will hasn't ever seen one, his face makes that obvious. But that soon ceases to be the focal point, even someone who pretends to be as socially inept as Will Graham can see that. While he's not the most joyous or comforting person around, perhaps recent experience can combat that. Perhaps it's less about how he says it and more what he says.]

I went home. [Quiet, his steps slowing. Not standing still but significantly slower than they'd bee before.] I was here for...over six months. One day I woke up back where I belong without any memory of being here, and then...I was here again. [He knows people don't always believe that it happens, though he's not sure why. The two from his world who experienced the same thing, well. They came back in a different physical state. So did Will. He might point to them if it ever became too contested.] Don't see why he wouldn't be back home.

[It can be a comforting thought at the same time it can be a horrifying one—at least, in Will's world, that's rather the case. But mightn't it be better for those who leave to be thought of, at least, back where they belong, even if where they belong isn't...the kindest?]