"Kaiju?" he repeats with an incredulous expression. "You mean like Godzilla?"
He may be far as hell from "real" Japanese but he knows that word at least.
"So-" He stops himself, catches his face in his hand, rubbing slowly at his forehead. "Okay. So this rift, okay, spacetime thing, it pulls people in from different universes, makes us have these dreams, and sometimes people in the dreams are just - outsiders. Like you." He makes a vague gesture at her, lets his hand flop back down in defeat and turns to keep walking. "So you and me, we're from different - dimensions or whatever you wanna call it. And it might pull you in after this or it might not. I don't know why it does the things it does."
Still not a very good explanation but it's an explanation, at least, one he's obviously tired of and bitter about.
"There's no kaiju in my universe, or in the rift's Manhattan," he says as an afterthought. "Not outside of movies."
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He may be far as hell from "real" Japanese but he knows that word at least.
"So-" He stops himself, catches his face in his hand, rubbing slowly at his forehead. "Okay. So this rift, okay, spacetime thing, it pulls people in from different universes, makes us have these dreams, and sometimes people in the dreams are just - outsiders. Like you." He makes a vague gesture at her, lets his hand flop back down in defeat and turns to keep walking. "So you and me, we're from different - dimensions or whatever you wanna call it. And it might pull you in after this or it might not. I don't know why it does the things it does."
Still not a very good explanation but it's an explanation, at least, one he's obviously tired of and bitter about.
"There's no kaiju in my universe, or in the rift's Manhattan," he says as an afterthought. "Not outside of movies."