"Yeah, it is." For once, Warren's grateful that he isn't being questioned about his life before living on the roof of the school. A few people knew his decision to be in the club and while he might not have regretted it at the time, he's now wondering if fleeing the country when he'd had the chance would have been a better choice. Too late for that and there's no way for him to travel back in time that he knows of, so best to let it be.

"You're not alone in that," he states, stretching those steel wings out and taking to the air again, reaching the edge of the roof within a few seconds then striding over to a small crevice between what he'd assumed was an observation tower and another pillar to gather his belongings, which isn't all that much.