[O-oh, he... sure is being pet. He blinks a few times, just feeling it out, then ultimately settling into place more comfortably. It's not a bad sensation by any means. Sort of like getting his head pat by one of his family, considering the size difference. That's nice.

Petting a pangolin isn't anything like petting something with fur or feathers, though. It's sort of like petting a series of giant fingernails, smooth and textured in different areas.]

I... [He hesitates. That's a tough question.] In just about every way, it's better. There's food here, there's water, and people. No one's fighting a war. No one's... dying. I like it here. [His little front claws click together anxiously.] ...It's not home though. That world was horrible, but... until the end, I had my family. So I can't hate it either.