There's the barest of motion in a headshake; he's never been most places. He knew of Gongaga, but that's about it. He turns his gaze back to the movie, which has now become nearly unrecognizable, half mashed with people he thought he might know as seen through a distorted 'based on a real story' sorts of lens, half complete strangers. "Unfortunate." The lack of going places? The lack of information?

The boy doesn't clarify. While it's certain he's listening to every word Zack says, it doesn't much look like it. It looks like he's miles away. "Friends, huh?" Even his voice seems a bit detached, distantly weighing this new puzzle.

He thought he might have friends now, at least people he could trust. Or had, before coming here. And then there would be at some future point in time, this other person, who'd ... desert his post, like Zack did. "No." Project S and Project G were not allowed to mingle! What if their failure contaminated the perfect golden child?! Allow him around people his own age? Preposterous. "... Did he leave for the same reasons you did? Did the rest?"