He doesn't quite answer Arche completely, but his expression says it all. It's a mixed bag of feelings for him, and he doesn't want to even go into the details about anything. They don't belong here, even if it means a hundred years for Arche. But then again, in one hundred years... a lot of things could change.

He doesn't want to think about it.

Catching the towel with ease, Chester grumbles and dries himself with it, and after some time, just... puts it over his shoulders, wrapping it around him. Again, a sneeze.

"Whatever." Sulk. Sulk. Sulk.