[He'd almost laugh - a thousand lives, a thousand deaths, nature is beautiful but brutal in some ways, and his little comet is nothing more than mirroring events already occurred. He's less a child playing violently with a toy for the sake of it, and more a child using his toys to act out events he's witnessed, ones far too big for him to understand, not that he would put those words to it.]

There's an entire universe out there. I'd manage. Hole myself up in some hidden place away from here, find out how to get home.