[Hubert waves a hand at what's around them. Kinda rubbish in some areas but there is still a lot to be impressed by.]

It's far more advanced than what I have ever known. Messages that can be sent in an instant. There's that machine that runs on the rails. There's glass everywhere which has always been a luxury of the wealthy. The machines that make the food and the food itself... It's quite impressive despite how rough it appears at first look.

[He shrugs a bit. Maybe some are from fancier places but for him... this is quite something. He doesn't want to be here but he can at least admit that much.]

Have you not experienced this? [Hubert hums, glancing upwards for a moment as he debates how to explain this so it's not a convoluted mess. A tall order because to him it's already a convoluted mess.] Well... In my experience thus far it seems that there are three outcomes in the life I live. The Empire I am from succeeds in it's path and takes over the Kingdom and Alliance. I get to live. Or... The Kingdom invades the Empire and I am killed. Or... We defeat the Kingdom but are defeated by the Alliance and I am again killed. Different people remember different courses or even remembering being on different sides. The comrades I know here didn't pick a path where they fought beside me so they have no memory of what we've accomplished together because they weren't there in the lives they lived.

It's a mess to say the very least.