He wouldn't have been hurt. Patience was something Declan had an enormous amount of, despite rumors of his aggressive behavior and willingness to solve disputes with his fists. That being said, he did want Aoba to open the bag and hopefully be pleased with the contents. Just because the man was a virtual saint didn't mean he couldn't be a little selfish now and then.

"I'm glad. I wouldn't recommend anyone I don't trust implicitly. That, or at least people Mac has vetted. Either way." He paused, nodding once and taking a seat next to Aoba, dwarfing the other man as he rested his hands on his knees and watched.

"A lot of things are very simplified in this age. The Traveler taught us a great deal about flexible technology, elevating society with better works. The easier the complicated parts are, the more the species can focus on improving itself. I guess that's the idea?" The massive man shrugged pale shoulders, sliding the towel from around his neck to finish rubbing at his hair.

"So Life got easier to live, and then people started being better to each other. Centuries later, you've got a lot of good people, willing and happy to do good things. Be good to strangers. That sort of thing." Guardians in particular were prone to that behavior, practically hard-wired for sacrifice, it might seem. Really it was just that the people the Ghosts returned to life were already predisposed to goodness, easier for the Traveler's Light to reach. Not that any Guardian could articulate as much. Least of all Declan.

"Was it easy for you to work with? That's more important. I'd hate for you to have complications with your friend."