[Pinocchio doesn't realize how much like home he feels to the warden. The familiar tick and whirring of mechanical components. The lingering smell of metal. Bits and pieces that soothe his senses and offer a balm to his tender heart.

Right, in all the changes that the resort has brought into his life, there are bits of pieces of home that have slowly been pulled into his life. Furina and Neuvillette were parts of that, but they had come and gone. While Wriothesley might complain some for Sylvain to push him into the mid ranks, having the scenery before him also offered solace.

Still, the mechanical whirring of gears and components were the most familiar to him.

He turns and gently grabs one of Pinocchio's hand and smiles softly.] It is normal. People will get angry or sad or something that isn't happiness. It is impossible for a person to only know bliss, but that is what it is like to live one's life. The hardships, I think, makes living all the more worth it. It makes me want for a better tomorrow.

[He tugs the other close and winks a little. It's a little playful and sweet, but there's something genuine in his expression.] And I get to have your time, so I hope you can humour me for a little while longer.