So we can't die, huh? [Well that's familiar. He sounds a little dismal about that, though. Not like he's particularly suicidal, but that he's annoyed that's another mechanic of this place.]

[He read in the library that at one time Pokemon could be cleaned down to the bone and then those bones could be resurrected in water. Some Folk story. But he doesn't know how true folk tales are.]

[He listens though, considering. Alright, he can't manage the bar again. Maybe the boat, but not the bar. He can still work at bars though, and if he plays his cards right? Organize some games. Refugees or not, he doesn't want to float by.]

[Though them sending children off to fight monsters?]

[The words of a little girl hit his memory. 'I don't feel anything.' Yeah. Fewer monsters here. But enough that you don't want a dying kid thinking that. Sort of a grim thought when your lap is full of creepy staring cat and too heavy snake, though. The camera still focuses on an angle that only shows his scritching hand, Orin's face, and his coiled serpents.]

I'm not too worried about the criminals here. Sound like small time. Nothin' like I'm used to. I figure it's not worth the trouble to overreact when we've got what we want.

You come up against any of those biases?