[Noming the rest of the cookie while she's talking, he moves on to the third jar.]

Ahh, that's good. Wouldn't it be upsetting if a group from the military walked into town asking a bunch of things?

[He's not thinking deeply about it or asking to critique the military. It's just his thought, falling freely from his mouth (while it's not occupied with cookies).

Having taken a new cookie, he pauses thoughtfully with it near his lips at her question.]

Plans for this world? I want this world to be saved so that we can brake this cycle-thing and all go home properly.

[He's tired of this world, amazing as it is. Seeing the doppelganger of Fukutomi-san and learning the meaning behind it hadn't helped.]