"No, this isn't Japan. This is the Trench, in Deer Country. There just happen to be a lot of people here who are from Japan or at least familiar with it."

He inclines his head towards the waystation, motioning without touching, and begins to walk slowly to see if Ritsuka follows.

"There have been before. There was one when I first got here, and apparently someone I knew from back home is part Galra and didn't know it before." If he hadn't already fought his mother with a wooden spoon it would have freaked him out more.