Nobody's sending us. We're here out of the goodness of our little hearts.

[ Two can play the game of being lippy teenagers, because Gen gives that retort without missing a beat, complete with miniature eyeroll. At least he also appends some useful information onto the end of it, instead of just leaving matters there. ]

People end up here like you guys once in a while -- crawling out of those crystals, all wet and gross and naked -- and we figured giving you guys supplies'll keep the freaking out to a manageable level. You should be grateful. Some of us didn't even get that when we ended up here.

[ Is he still salty that he and a bunch of other Aions had to endure that ritual in the shitty cave instead of getting any sort of cushy welcome? Yes, and he'll always be at least a bit salty about it. These assholes have no idea how much better they have it, comparatively speaking, and it's unfair.

... that said, Gen huffs as he finishes off his little retort, squinting at Atsumu for a moment. Then, without preamble and ignoring the other question he'd been asked, he demands: ]

What were you before you ended up here.

[ They look about the same age. He can't help being a bit curious. ]