Saint Walker accepted the glass of water with a word of thanks and wrapped both hands around it as he listened. "I have been keeping busy," he said simply, the most accurate description he could think of. He couldn't call himself unhappy, but seeing the hardships that they all had to suffer through was far from a pleasant experience.

Luckily for him, doing his duty was the natural reaction, something that he would do no matter what planet or what universe he found himself on, but he knew that not everyone had dedicated themselves to a purpose as single-mindedly as he had, and that not everyone was so used to being alone.

He couldn't say that he was sorry that some of their kind were being sent back home, back to where they belonged, but that put others, like Korra, in a tricky spot. "It is always hard to lose the ones you care for, whatever the cause," he said, voice gentle.