[ As unbelievable as his information may seem, he knows that that his own past experienced allowed him to digest and accept the little things he knows as fact. Perhaps his relationships with other heroes have also enabled him to fight alongside them, such as the stuffy man who said he'd take him clothes shopping and the skilled samurai who used a wooden sword for a weapon.

So, it must be up to Keaton to introduce Toma to all of this. Whether it was fate that led him to this room, or an undeniable feeling of déjà vu that makes every little fiber of his being still rather than frenetic... ]

You're welcome. [ Though his next question brings a slump of the shoulders and a generally displeased frown, his tail smacking the bed that he sits on and sends dust bunnies flying--- certainly not from the clean looking mattress! ]

Yeah. I guess. [ Snort. ] Even though I'm missing my Beaststone and I can't do what I do best anymore, things COULD be worse. [ Snort again. ]

Others? I don't know. [ At least he can be honest with Toma, he has nothing to hide, unlike that smile that seems oddly fake. There are plenty of humans who put on one but try to deceive. Is he like one of them? Aren't heroes supposed to be good? ]

I just want to take care of some of my friends. You know, if you need help getting your feet underneath you, I'll do what I can.

[ Another feeling, a need to protect a not-complete stranger. If he had been home and Toma stumbled upon him and his pack, Keaton would undoubtedly have sided with his Wolfskin family. Here, though?... ]