Percy studies the man with an expression that speaks volumes while he says nothing at all. He may look young but he has suffered a lot. Even his clothes, while well made, have seen rough use with the colors faded and the edges torn and tattered. When his coat moves, it reveals another holster at his hip with a smaller gun settled in it. "I am the younger son of a family of six," he says, "I have gone from a future where I would have been able to choose my own path to having the burden of leadership dropped on my shoulders without warning."

A look of deep sadness crosses his face "Now only two of us survive and I am...struggling with the choices I have made to bring myself here." He rests his hand on his hip holster and after a long moment draws out the smaller gun that is styled like a steampunk revvolver and has six names written on the barrel. "I have my targets...and yet....I have been asked to become something in exchange that....could cause me to lose my humanity in exchange." He studies the gun for a long moment. "I....am unsure now what I actually want to do."