Of course Diego doesn't believe him - that's pretty much what he'd expected when he'd so casually commented on what happened in Hadriel. Opening his eyes, he raises his brows at his brother, lifting his left hand to rub at his face for a few moments, still feeling groggy and tired.

"Yeah?" he says, dropping his hand. A moment more and he sits up straight, wincing a little as it tugs on the freshly stitched up puncture wound on his chest. It's not visible under the shirt, and his face is mostly fine, thankfully - the goose-egg and cut from getting thwacked in the side of the head with a log is mostly covered by his hair now.

"I mean, I didn't expect you to take me seriously or anything, but yeah. Robot war in a jungle. Why?"