[Ah, the million dollar question. Guzma sighs, running his fingers through his wet hair. If only he could come up with a decent answer to that, but there's no way to break it down. That side of this island, where everything seems so picturesque and perfect...it's a nightmare. It's a hellish nightmare, and waking up isn't as pleasant or liberating as one would expect.]

Couldn't tell you...I just saw y'all when you were floundering there in the water. T'be honest, I was thinking'a letting y'all drown...but maybe I still had some speck'a humanity left in me. [He casts a look back to the forest, exhaling.] Dunno what it's worse, but even if y'did, don't think you'd be the only one.