Hard to tell if Will notices the way Accelerator glances to the side, taking a moment. The older man doesn't look up, or even call attention to the action, but it is pretty easy to see that he doesn't miss much.

Instead, his eyes remain focused on the kitten. The kitten is tucked up like a little dinner roll, to small to resemble a loaf of bread, and purring as it receives adoration.

Inwardly he thinks that while nine to ten months may feel like an eternity, it is often just a blink of an eye when one is pursuing a long game. He won't say this aloud, because he suspects the young man wouldn't appreciate the thought. Will hasn't quite determined whether everyone here is like himself, no better options, or if they have something/someone waiting for them back home.

"Has anyone fulfilled their purpose and been sent home on the merits of that success?"