[He mirrors that amused noise and shakes his head. Yes, joking about the failure that is humanity. Though speaking further of the variations he isn't all that surprised to hear the news.]

You're right, that sounds like something he'd do. Multiple prototypes to see which one gets it right. If he's gone I guess we failed.

[It was a sore spot, extremely sore, though he hid it well. There might be a tinge of some regret or pain in the half smile he gives the other. It's not false, that feeling, something he's certain the other may share if they had any sort of relationship with Him as he did. And he had every intention of finding a way to bring him back. Or he had. If he were trapped here now... well. He's gone this long dealing with an absent father. Even if being helpless to get home and finish what he started would drive him to the brink of insanity. It's tough pill to swallow but, there was a part of him that already accepted that he'd never see their father again. He fought anyway. Always had hope. Not much left now, was there?]

So, perhaps we'll both be needing that drink. I wouldn't mind hearing your version.