Leo listens, even if it looks like he's now more interested in his pizza than what's being said to him. Fear causing self-fulfilling prophecies is also something he's familiar with. It seems like no matter what dimension he's in, people are people.

"Sooo, what you're saying is, I've somehow managed to land in the middle of a ticking time bomb. Cool."

He doesn't really want to be around when things explode and they start implementing their own "Bug Jar"-esque solution around here. But he also doubts he has a choice. He doesn't know of a way to get back to his actual dimension, and just going back where he was before... he'd rather not do that either.

"I guess the whole goal of the guilds is to try and smooth things over? Make people see Metas as people who will help them, not hurt them?"

He hasn't taken much interest in either of them, if he's being honest, but he can at least understand the goal.