"My hobby was infanticide. You think there's much of a calling for that here?" If he's going to be honest.

"But good for you. You don't need anyone. It doesn't make you a loser. No matter what they're saying on the streets," he shrugs that off. Of course, coming from BM, that isn't saying much. He's already been shunned by strangers since coming here. Oh and his moogle has passively aggressively set himself as the one who will smother BM in his sleep should he ever approach any real world ending power. Okay, maybe not passive, just aggressive.