With a laugh, Nyx glanced to Mikasa. "Now we're talking." Between the magic at his disposal and his kukri in his hands, he'd be able to do much more. Not to pat himself on the back, but he's a force to be reckoned with in that fashion.
There was a groan. "Like sixteen or something, so not too young, but awkward nonetheless." Because he was in his thirties and there isn't a world where he'd be comfortable with being alone and living in a hotel room with a young woman like that. "I don't know what nuclear war is, but I'm sure it's bad. I never seen a war that I liked." Because that was simple. War brought death and that should always be circumvented if possible. "I didn't know him. I don't think I even ever met him." Nyx shrugged. He was going to lose sleep over it.
"I've known a lot in my life, but I'm even learning plenty of new things being here. This makes for a decent afterlife for me." Nyx commented. "Without being here, I'd of never met you for example."