[ Two years. Two god damn years. He'd already gathered that it wasn't like she stumbled up here when he wasn't paying attention, but that was beyond what he was expecting. How did all this work? Did time flow differently in space, or was this some kind of consciousness stealing quirk. A pocket dimension?

He scratches the back of his neck. ]

I don't want your money, keep it. I'll earn my own fucking way if we're gonna be stuck here. But the second I get a chance I'm going to the bastard behind this. And then I'm going to rip his god damn face off and feed it to him!