While Prompto was mucking, Clarus was hauling a bag of feed onto his shoulder to fill the feed troughs for the birds. The bag was far from light, but the aging man lifted it as though it weighed next to nothing.

"I like it well enough," he responded rather vaguely. "I can't say I'm eager to start my life fresh at my age, relearning everything I once knew. And there are people absent that I dearly miss, but... Vaikuntha serves well enough." Considering at home he'd ceased to live.