If it’s any consolation, Tsukishima isn’t insulted. Instead, he’s listening patiently, fascinated by the chance to have a conversation with this. These kind of things are meant for scientists who’ve studied their lives on the differences between humans and everything else, engineers who dream of perfecting artificial intelligence. Yet her he is, just a high school student who got dragged into a weird situation.

“I think I get what you mean… It’s actually pretty common even among all the different languages for humans back on Earth where I come from. There are just some words that don’t translate between all the different languages humans have developed. Like, with Japanese and English… Ukiyo, ikigai, or irusu- those kinds of things.” And they don’t translate to whatever it is they speak here, either, he’s noticed. Some interesting food for thought, to be sure.

Before he can keep going, however, Skyfire will notice that the scent of rust is getting stronger. It only takes a few more minutes of movement before the source is found: what appears to be a pile of bones and armor in the middle of the path.