"We're real," Algidus declares, his voice so adamant about that it almost sounds fervent. That has been a sore point for him ever since he realized his state of existence; it's something he continues to grapple with. Either way, the subject change is one he's glad for because he's not up to heaping his innermost conflicts on people just yet, even if he has ties to this one. "It's not an if, it's a when. I'll find something. Then we'll be eating better than most of the sorry humans in that scattered little camp."