Complex. [He finishes his prior sentence at her prompting, eyes flitting upwards to watch the clouds pass overhead. Clear skies, as always. He's beginning to miss the rain, longing for the crackling feel of electricity through the atmosphere. Save for the odd occasion that they play the captain's game and participate in various shore excursions, the whole world feels like nothing more than a stagnant pool erected around the Serena Eterna's hull. Unchanging, ever the same.

He's quiet for a moment, debating on where to begin. He knows his sister, and in turn knows that Ayaka would believe him no matter how he delivered the news. He wants to make it sound coherent all the same, wants to make it as easy to digest as possible.]

You are... Aware of our mutual friend's travels through distant lands, yes? Has she ever spoken to you about traversing different worlds as well?