If Garrot said that, Xaljim might actually start to loosen up. Instead he's tense as he gives his information, his skepticism still very much alive and well.

"Because of whatever they messed up forty years ago, that didn't work and now we're in this stupid... stupid... purgatory! What other word is there for this year after year?!" He suddenly has three paper balls in each hand and he hurls them downwards in frustration, huffing in exasperation as they hit the ground once and poof into nonexistence.