"Apparently, I am living forwards." He nods. "Which, it must be said, was very confusing to be thrust into. Everyone talking backwards like this. Quite unnatural, I must say. Though not as unnatural as the oligarchical capitalism and crass consumerism of the world I found myself in." He wrinkles his nose, his scorn thoroughly evident. "Count yourself lucky, young lady, that so far you have only seen the transparently cruel aspect of this place. The backstabbing and posturing and politics..." This last word he says with particular venom, almost spitting it. "...of this whole by-our-lady world is quite nauseating."

And left him with a still-swollen wrist from the sprain, although it's barely noticeable now. He looks down at it nonetheless, shaking his head, and clears his throat. "As for going to great effort, well, nobody has seemed to understand the simple truth."