Charles moved his knight, the unique set of moves that it made always was an important part of strategies. The earth that Brainiac spoke of was so different from his own. He couldn't imagine how they'd react to aliens beings, considering how poorly they seemed to take slightly different humans.

He wondered how long it would take, but he didn't ask the year. He shouldn't know, nor did he need to know. Brainiac's world was different from his own. Very different. For all that he knew, it could have been like that since before Charles' time.

"Humans still...have problems with other humans," Charles answered. "I am still sorry," was his response. He couldn't imagine any world deserving a fate like that.

"Having a home to return to, it can make the effort worthwhile."