The rock is cool and rough under his fingers, and part of the wall are wet. He finds himself wondering if this is really a dream realm, or a real place, a real planet somewhere. Maybe he's even heard of it. Maybe somewhere, on the other side of this world, there are inhabitants somewhere. "Sounds exactly like something you wouldn't be eager to wake up for, I can see that, yes," Julian agrees. "I'd offer to help, but I suppose I'm not really here. And while I've had to fight some battles, I'm really much better at trying to fix. He sounds incredibly powerful and dangerous, but not giving up, that's worth something, even if it feels futile. Right?"

"Are you really?" Julian asks, interest plain in his voice. "A linguist? How wonderful!" he seems delighted. "I've always though we should have more linguists on the station, especially in our line of work, with all the trade and politics that happen. Our universal translators make us lazy. Sure, we can communicate almost immediately with any new race we come across, but languages can be so much more than just words, but so much more the culture. How many times I've insulted my friend because I've used the wrong hand-gesture or the translator missed a certain tone...and it is useless at metaphors and colloquialisms" he laughs. "And then, something will go wrong with the translator or radiation knocks everything out, and then where are we? Unable to even talk to half the crew! Though it comes in handy medically. Having an unknown bein being able to explain their physiology can certainly save time and lives."