[ Ox merely hums in turn. It is merely that he pities him, and feels sorry for how his life must have come to decide to live in such a manner to even joke about an empty existence such as living to protect others. Especially from someone who has had the chance to visit multiple worlds.

To joke or lie about living such emptiness is worth some sympathy in his mind and so he says what comes to mind in turn. ]

I do not have to be in a place for a long time to say what is on my mind when someone says something to me. [ He breathes out another sigh, enjoying the warmth of the cider. ] You might have been but in the end, it doesn't matter. If you are angry at how a stranger views your life, you aren't happy with it, either.