"Look, I don't know what else to tell you." He gestures grumpily. "I don't have all the answers. I don't even know what really happens when we go back. Maybe you won't even be able to tell that you left, like none of this even happened." He just absolutely hates the idea of his life here having no meaning, no impact, or that he'll forget the people he's met here. "I don't want it to be that way, but either way, until we can find out more about what's even going on, there's nothing we can even do about it."