[Kids are such innocent, sweet things, aren't they? You know, except for his kids. Yikes.]

Nor do I. I would enjoy a proper explanation, but that's rarely something that confused parties are ever afforded, so I'll take what little information I can get.

[He's hundreds of years old. Very little jars him anymore, and even if it did, he's got no life to go back to. He's as good as dead, and he knows that. He remembers...how he died. Slowly bleeding out and succumbing to grievous injuries.

...Everything would be fine back home. This is just another experience for him and him alone.]

I cannot help but wonder...what are you referring to when you address what has brought us here?