Despite the rather grim conversation, his lips twitch upwards slightly at the idea that 'all forests look the same'. He supposes if one hasn't grown up in it, they would do. Trees as far as the eyes can see. Cities have far more landmarks.

He's been hesitant about going down into the village, worried about what this false reality might conjure up, but with family at his side ... Maybe he can.

And so, he starts walking further down into the valley.