[It's hard not to know something when you've nearly been vored by it. Or at least, now he has words for what it was, what it was doing. Hunger is incredibly, incredibly apropos.

He leans forward, balancing his forearms on his legs, letting his hands lace between his knees. The fire may be attentive, but so is he.]

That's... very dangerous, yes. And a long time to be doing anything like that. But I think that may solidify that I am from your future. Or the memories I have are, to be fair. From what I know, you all travel for a hundred planes. I think you yet have more to come.