He frowns as he tugs one of the furled sails into a tighter bundle and tucks it under an arm for now as Soldat finishes with the other.

"Really? Nothing left for you back home?"

Despite all the freedoms he's found here in Beacon, and the relief he's felt in shedding some of the pressures of home, he does still miss it. Will he go back? Maybe, maybe not, and he's still not sure if he even can (how does death work?) but he can't dismiss it so easily.