[ He remains quiet as Levi speaks, a short incline of his head the only real indication he's listening with the way he keeps averting his eyes, looking everywhere but directly at him — he's nervous. Like he expects someone else to show up, someone angrier. ]

Confused. Yeah… That sounds about right. I saw things from home, things that— [ he swallows, audible and tense. ] That shouldn't be here. But it looked so… real.

[ It's said because he feels like he ought to justify it, even if Levi isn't asking — doesn't strike him as the kind of person who would pry and demand answers, honestly. ]

Someone told me when I first arrived that this place, it made people see ghosts. I don't think I believed him, but…

[ Ghosts of his past, maybe, less those white-sheet apparitions left behind in decorations from before the bombs fell. ]