Honestly, Octane didn't think about home much. Being a bit of the black sheep of his family, he was much more concerned with his agenda. "Oh! The games are a death battle. Teams drop in to an arena and fight to the death and then rinse and repeat." Octane waved a dismissive hand. "We have tech or such that keeps our genetic codes and imprints us into another body or heals us and I honestly don't understand how it all works." With a shrug. "We fight for prize, fame, and recognition."
Being at the doors, Octane looked them up and down. "This guy's serious ain't he." He was almost impressed. "I bet he'll take one look at us and know we're onto greatness and want to join us." Octavio said placing both his hands on his hips to seem a bit taller and willed with pride or whatever.