"I just want to go home, wherever that may be." He ran one hand through his hair and instinctively tugged a few strands down into sight, though he wasn't entirely sure why. "White as always," Renza muttered under his breath, but quickly caught himself. Was this a habit of his? Shaking his head and returning his right hand to his side, he looked to Imaki for answers. "Say, what year is it?"