"Yeah, pretty much. Since I moved here, everything has been so strange. I've made friends, and it's nice enough, but there's no place like home." But really, the fake-Okinawa hadn't been preferable to Hokkaido. It was, in essence, a prison, or an elaborate monument to the impending death he'd believed in since he'd joined. The death he was, however slowly, learning to forget in order to embrace life.
"And I'm kinda...just here now. I don't really want to move forward or backward. I feel stuck. ...So that's why I haven't really been trying in school."