A tired smile- one that flares his crow's feet. He went fully grey years ago, now, but the pressures of being a man out of time, of place, of anything familiar continue to tear at him. Part of his ability to hold on this long with the limited technology available to him when his life broke apart is sheer willpower and little more. Serene is not a man to be underestimated- not only for the physical prowess he's displaying even well into middle age, but for his refusal to lay down and give up, even when his mind is no longer whole.
"Conveying the non-linear is difficult enough even with AI to put my thoughts in order." Paul won't accept some kind of insanity plea, nor does he particularly care about the threats someone can levy against him. If one body dies, there are as many others as their are universes.
It's a pet theory, currently not proven, but he suspects only another Shifter will be capable of putting him down for good. Reach right into that void, and crush every single iteration of him. Lights out.
Unfortunate, that reality.
"There IS something...but I'll need to work on formatting it in a way that can make sense whatsoever." He wishes he'd had aids as powerful as what he's been provided here back in 2016. Maybe his initial crisis point would have been less traumatic. "I was studying Chronon exposure, specifically from containment leaks. As you can imagine, harnessing the particles is difficult enough, but containing them and making sure none escape is next to impossible. We hadn't, at the time, catalogued every version of them, and so we could only contain what we did note. We lost some technicians to these bleeds..."
