"They fuckin' better or they're getting crap Candlenights gifts for the next century," he mutters, with just the slightest edge hovering in his voice. Of course he doesn't believe that the people he loves would just abandon him to his fate, though something buried between his ears whispers that maybe they would, maybe he deserves it. But the alternative is that they can't. Because this place is inaccessible, because he's un-findable, because something awful happened to them, too, because memories have been altered once again and maybe they don't even know to look... "I don't bake for people who leave me in the most boring prison ever," he adds more emphatically, trying to chase away the looming threat with a good goof. "I don't really know how RQ's bounty hunters get their info. That's Celestial junk. Not my jam. But if you don't check in in the Astral Plane when you should..."