[ Thank you, Gregor, even if Yesod feels like his dress is too short, despite the stockings. And they're shuffling along, millimeter by millimeter, their paperwork still where it should be until they submit it. Yesod straightens his stack to line up the edges of every page again, listening.

The question is complex — asked the same in return, he gives it some thought. What he dislikes has nothing to do with this world itself. ]

...It's quite the change, compared to the location that I left behind. I recognize the opportunities that it provides, regardless of the circumstances, particularly for anyone accustomed to much worse.