Traveler. Aoba was vaguely aware that he’d heard that word before, glancing up at that sphere in the sky with a rough bit of recollection. Beyond that, though, it all sounded rather…esoteric? Or like a sci-fi movie. Aoba had popped into a bathroom in a sci-fi movie.

Except it was a real world, he knew that well enough. Steelport had been very real. He expected no less of this place, however hard it was to wrap his head around it.

“Simply…” he repeated, then shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh. Everything he asked only led to more questions. “Sorry…I probably sound like an idiot, not knowing any of this. Thanks, for being patient with me.”