He has Sengoku to thank for his take on things. Nothing to break a kid out of spiraling depression and constant cycles of fear like manual labor. Sengoku managed to find some way to make it gentle, calming, rather than the tough love it could have been from anyone else. But what else would be expected from a man who is also a Buddha of a sort?

"Wouldn't mind one," he says with a shrug. "We'll need a lot. Barricades and shelters, building restoration, plus we can trade the nicer pieces to Pluto." No boats being made anymore, but there are lots of other uses for the wood.