Especially with humans so much further along in their understanding of the world and human nature. Caesar isn't the best at it--actually, he's pretty bad at a lot of it--but he's still better off than a lot of other people. At least to the fact that he's a pacifist at heart and cares about those around him. Even someone brand new.

Caesar tries to bring up the consoles and computers, one by one. With each successful boot, Caesar's shoulders start to relax. So far, so good. He's going to be able to send him back--

And then he gets to the final machine. Which boots successfully. He's even got the coordinates--the ones he stored in his head. All the equipment seems functional. Everything is working perfectly.

Except for one thing.

Caesar stares at his status screen, moment slowing to a halt, and lets out a little "oh" from the back of his throat, looking back to Zaknafein with an apologetic expression.

"... It's lost its calibration. It'll take months for it to recalibrate again...."