"Doesn't matter much to me. You helped me out. I think you're alright in my book." And there's a faint grin, thin but honest, that twitches across his narrow face. He doesn't know, of course, that Delta is the one to put him in here.

He doesn't know that he nearly saw to the deaths of Delta, of York and Locus, that he'd been tortured and stripped down to this hollow thing as punishment by the vengeful fragment. All memory of the incident is gone. The only reason he knows his own name is because Delta saw fit to give it to him.

He's reliant wholly on what Delta says, but so far? He seems completely...well. Reasonable.