"Right; to us, some amount of time has passed between the point in which we were taken from our world and the point at which we may supposedly return. But to everyone not here, I suppose it will have been as if we were never gone at all. In theory." For Zouichi, this wasn't really a problem; whether it took them five years to get back, or five hundred, he'd look no different upon returning. But the same wasn't necessarily true of everyone else.

"And I agree, but that's also a pretty big 'if'." And this was coming from someone who lived in a universe with crazy space ovules that made planets out of zombie meat.

"I think it doesn't matter what I am, in the end. I have a job I have to do, and I'll do it." Sorry, Jr. Zouichi purposefully avoids thinking about whether he's a person or not. He doesn't even think about it when he's all alone at night with nothing to do.