[Given the lack of answer, he's taking that as a yes. Damn, Trunks. He thought his world was bad, and he's heard of others. But yours? Might take the cake (and destroy it, too). So he doesn't press into it, instead just letting Trunks do what he wants and answering his question.]

No jail time for me it seems—although if I weren't so badly injured I would have. Once I'm out I still have work to do, though. At least a month's worth of service and whatever else they tell me to do, most likely to help rebuild what I helped destroy. I got off surprisingly light considering, but guess they didn't think my support was a heinous as the masterminds. [Helps that he didn't actually kill anyone—which was a miracle even if he never planned on it to begin with.] They have my swords until the end, though.

[Sigh.]