That question gives him pause. His instinct is to just say something vague and optimistic, but he hesitates on that, glancing off to stare into the trees.

"...I dunno," he says. "I mean... we're okay, and we're here now, and it's... it's fine, but... I know he wouldn't want to freak me out or anything."

He looks down.

"Things were... really bad, there. I guess I don't know how much of that is... still here."