[Honestly it's a miracle it took this long for him to reveal he's bad at communicating. Funnily enough, he doesn't think she's lying so much as he thinks maybe something's wrong with her head, which is not actually any better of an assumption, but. C'est la vie. But he doesn't say that anyway, in favor of frowning thoughtfully as he thinks this over and tries to make sense of it.]
[He is from (mostly) Real Earth so this makes sense to him, but also means the time thing makes less sense. He notes that "probably," but he doesn't say anything about it.
Hmmm. He loops their conversation back, and asks again, less on edge this time:]
Who is the necromancer?
[He is (probably) capable of talking to them normally and finding out if it's relevantly worrisome or not.]
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Predictably, Kanda looks confused.]
That's wrong. [Yes Kanda that's what she meant by different times] It's [vague late-1800s year. Like 1890s.]
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but it's. fine. ]
We're both telling the truth.
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What country were you in before this?
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Probably America.
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Hmmm. He loops their conversation back, and asks again, less on edge this time:]
Who is the necromancer?
[He is (probably) capable of talking to them normally and finding out if it's relevantly worrisome or not.]
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[ she has memorized so few names so far. help. ]
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Alright. Thanks.
[HE WILL INVESTIGATE THIS with words (probably) and I will free us for Monday huehue]