"Really?" He looks at him, stunned, faking wide eyed confusion in that moment. Holding the expression for a long moment before he snorts. If he keeps rolling his eyes like that, he's going to hurt himself. Maybe sprain something.

"Yeah, I mean, you've kinda got an accent. In case you haven't noticed. I'm kinda familiar with it." He sounds more like many Bobo's known in Purgatory though he's never thought before about how things can change, even in those subtle ways.

In ways like that.

"Only times anyone talks about the West like that, like an entirely other world, was a long time ago. What year was it when you woke up drowning here?"