"Yeah - wellll, only because I made it a choice." He mutters into the bun, which he's progressed to slowly tearing apart. Steam wafts up, carrying the changing scents of yogurt to praline again to cheese. Does he elaborate here. Sephiroth might understand leaving home because you hate it, but what if he thinks that Popp is a coward? ...Which he is, he's for sure afraid of losing the common ground they've somehow landed on.

Fortunately, there's something else he can focus on.

"I can practice some things all right on my own, but I can't work on dodging and deflecting without anything to dodge, and I can't use my strongest fire type spells at all, because we're stuck in town or in the woods or the even bigger woods."

He's swung around from melancholy to a comfortable amount of downright grumpy, and starts rage-eating his mutilated bun about it. It has a sort of lightly nutty meat flavor that he can't place as having had before, because he has never eaten a worm.