[ About to go to war, he says. Beautiful. He'd thought he was done with all of that, hoping to have a quasi-normal life for once, but it doesn't look like he's going to get off that easily. ]

That's fine. [ The food, the tree house or whatever, both were fine with him. Duo knows more about the place than he does, so in this, he's going to defer to him. ] ...and it wasn't as though I was given a choice. It's a little difficult to agree to something when you're unconscious in a tube.

[ Turning his attention instead to getting clean, he waves Duo off as he heads for the bathroom, figuring he can just wash his clothes in there too to get the grime and smell out, then hang them up to dry. ] Do what you need to. I'm not going anywhere.