Unlike the metal man, Damien had little interest in where he was. To him, one place in the middle of nowhere felt like the same as another. Damien turned his head left and right to examine the interior of the house as he entered. It felt... homely, for lack of a better word. At the very least, it felt as good as his old home. Now that he thought about his old life, though, he wondered what everyone was thinking about him now. If he died, how were his parents? How was the child he had saved? Shaking his head out of the clouds, Damien returned his attention to the present. There were more important things to think about right now.

Looking for something to distract himself, Damien's eyes eventually landed on a bookcase. What made this one stand out from the others was the glowing book. Curious, he walked over to it and pulled it off the shelf, giving it a look over. As the farmer announced that the meal would be a chicken salad, Damien dismissively said, "[color=9e0b0f]Yeah, sure,[/color]" as he opened the book, wondering what was so special about it.