Right... Nara'a's not been here the same amount of time. This shouldn't be Manabu just sitting here complaining about his dismal luck.

He swallows, keeping his eyes squeezed shut for a beat before lifting his head and looking back at him with a severe expression - forced resolve. Fake it until you make it, baby.

(Or rather: Stuff your own problems to the side and handle others' first and foremost. Work work work, baby!)

"You ride through it. I'm not going to tell you there's some good, deeper meaning here other than...accepting that you're here now. Far and away from the people you're attached to - the ones from your homeland. They're the ones lining the riverbed right now."