He would never argue that his planet is... good. It's literally a dead world, the corpse of the earth that once supported life now drifting in space while its inhabitants fight to get free of it like fleas. It's actively killing those that are left, and will take billions with it in the end. Takes millions every day.

But it's still home. It's still his city, they're still his people. He presses his lips together and resists the urge to shrug.

"You're from a better planet. I'm not surprised."