[ It's a relief not to have to actually hunt down half the people he's met here and ask them to attest to his relative sanity, but only so much of one. Because of course if Len believes him, that means Len is going to defer to him - and Arcade doesn't really want that any more than he wants Len to keep looking at him like he's lost his mind.

It's Arcade's gaze that skates away, now, one of his hands going to his opposite forearm in a brief, hasty fidget, before he manages to school both arms back to his sides again. ]

Nothing you're going to want to hear. Or believe, until you see it for yourself.

We're stuck here. With that— [ He waves toward the convoy parked outside, right down there on the road. ] Driving us to who knows where, looking for we can't exactly say what. A few fuzzy radio broadcasts are the only contact anyone's made with us, and I wouldn't personally put any stock in those being anything more than prerecorded leftovers.