[fourth wall]

[wipesfaith]

[Jean is out and about doing who the fuck cares what. It's fourth wall...what were you expecting, actual plot and character development? Just come bother him.]

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[bufudine]

[A tree. He doesn't have much memory of such a thing in his fragmented memory.

Serph tilts his head.]

What is its purpose?

[Is Jean prepared for more "stupid" questions?]

[wipesfaith]

Its purpose? It's a tree, it makes oxygen. You get lumber from it.

[He's a man of limited patience...but he can deal with this for now.]

[bufudine]

[More terms he doesn't understand. Oxygen stirs something in the back of his mind, but nothing clicks. Maybe the flat expression is rather reminiscent of Haruka. Either way, Serph's got one hell of a poker face.]

I don't know what those are.

[Serph's certainly going to be testing said patience.]

[wipesfaith]

Huh? Are you serious?

[An aggravated sigh.] Oxygen is air, lumber is...it's wood, you use it to make fires, build houses, carts, furniture, whatever you want.

[bufudine]

[Ok, fire he understands. He understands air, too. But everything else?

Serph shakes his head.]

Most of this is unfamiliar.

[His gaze flickers back to the tree.]

Very little of what I see exists where I was.

[wipesfaith]

Then...what do you even have where you're from?!

[If even something as basic as a house is unfamiliar.]

[bufudine]

[A good question. Serph tilts his head, considering. A short pause later--]

Rain. A sun we have never seen. A temple that reaches beyond the clouds.

[Those are the most prominent features. But most importantly...]

People.

[Who turn into demons.]

[wipesfaith]

Sounds like a real fun place.

[bufudine]

["Fun." He'd told Gale about fun before, but he doesn't really understand what that is. Still, he's dallied enough. He should be searching. But one last thing.

A head tilt.]

Your name?

whoops forgot about this

[wipesfaith]

It's Jean. Jean Kirstein.

And you are...? [He doesn't particularly care, but whatever.]