La Alma having no true answer when asked about his goals as he leaves, his thoughts, his dreams - just enjoying the fact that he doesn’t know where he’s going or who he’ll end up, but he has the freedom for that to be so open ended. sailing into an open sea, an open world - after so long trapped on an island underground, his routine meticulously planned, even his fights all but choreographed - without a clue where he’s off to. he doesn’t know what he’s doing next - and isn’t that just wonderful?