[Being anywhere he hasn't chosen to be equates as a prison to Henry, Amelia. Though this is a particularly generous one, with far more freedoms than he's ever been graced with before, it is still not where he wants to be. It isn't his world, his reality. It isn't Hawkins, where he must change things, make life and nature palatable again.

His lips quirk. "Disagreement" is an interesting word for it.]

You look like someone who'd follow rules. That's a surprise to me. But I guess that means I won't be mentioning your neat little tricks to the general public when I go wandering around. Or my own abilities, for that matter.

[In the end, it's not much different from his world. Utterly oblivious to another reality existing "upside down" from theirs; unknowing of the psychics being cultivated by the government as a whole.]