"Maybe so." He chuckles, letting his hand drop. If anything this all reminded him of the mafia game he played with his friends back home, and he had no intentions of trying to figure anything out - he'd leave that to people smarter than him. The only thing he'd worry about was making sure that the people he grew close to were safe here.

Mitsuru being one of them, whether she knew it or not, but honestly anyone who exchanged even a couple words with him would have fallen under that category.

Her question gets some pause, as he had to actually think to try and clear away the fuzz of what was here and what was there. "I remember my dad teaching me the Shigure Soen Style, and Squalo's training - so everything, I think." Names and words that probably didn't make much sense to her, but it did to him and that's what mattered. "But I'm worried I'm not as strong as I was. I can't summon my rain flames, or get Jirou and Kojirou to come out and play."