Erudite is an appropriate enough name for a faction like that. There had been a very distinct separation between the jaeger pilots, the engineers, the scientists, even the LOCCENTers, and most time, they hadn't all gotten along--but in the end, they'd all had to work together to take down the kaiju, the Precursors. Well, kind of. He'd very much like to challenge anyone from back home, ask any number of the people in the 'Dome who'd been the one to have the guts to Drift with a kaiju. Had it been any of them? No, it had been Newt and then he'd done it again.

So what faction would he really be in if they were playing the sorting game? He's not too sure. Maybe he wouldn't fit into any one faction at all, that sounds more likely than anything else.

"Y'know, I was really pissed off when I first got to Darrow but now, it's just like... I mean, I don't know, it sucks that we can't leave and there are maybe a handful of people I miss but there's no war here, not like yours or mine, I mean. No factions, no potential for facing death every single day." In a way, it's the implants versus the so-called locals but even then, it's not exactly the same as waking up in a rapidly deteriorating world.

He pauses, narrowing his eyes at himself before smirking. "And I'm back to the taboo Christmas party talk, we're super cheerful. You get what I mean, though? Do you miss your world or is it better for you here?"