[He thinks, at first, of the Ascians. Of Emet-Selch and Elidibus, their thousands and thousands of years spent waiting and watching the sundered souls of the Source and its reflections, how they were so alien at first to him. He doesn't even consider himself for a moment, living far longer than any miqo'te could and how his lifespan is irrevocably altered by a less than glamorous history, and how that made him so different from the inhabitants of the Crystarium and how it still follows him back on the Source.

But he understands what Day means exactly, even if he doesn't consider how it applies to him in the moment, too preoccupied with thoughts of those who have seen much more than him.]

I see... It does make sense, that those that have seen and experienced much can be so hard to comprehend by those without the same breadth of experience, even if... efforts to understand may often bare fruit.

[Not always, as he saw himself, but... In the end, even Hades had to admit the sundered souls had their own merits in the face of memories he had forgotten so long ago.]

Magic being unusual is far more strange, to me, but I suppose every star operates differently. It's a very ubiquitous thing where I hail from, as it's simply a manipulation of aether, and every child is taught that aether is present in every aspect of the world. Not everyone is capable of manipulating aether, of course, but it's still such a commonplace thing few would be surprised to see someone capable of thaumaturgy or conjury.

[So that's going to be weirder than trying to understand someone several centuries or millennia older than him... There's a lot to think about after this conversation...]

A new place, a new way to navigate the world...