Kuai is still wearing all his armor, still diligently tucking all those knives into every conceivable space even though he's only had to fight once since he's been here. Old habits die hard for warriors who've trained their whole life for combat.

"No meaning? Hm. Just like everything here. It seems fitting." It's appropriate actually. Nothing makes sense, nothing has meaning.

He goes to grab another sheet of paper, diligently folding a boat of his own. "I'm Grandmaster Kuai Liang."