It never gets any easier. Telling people how long it's been. And the longer he stays here, the further he drifts from who he was - not that he's mourning that guy any. Being halfway okay with being him on a good day is better than where he was.

He answers steadily. Resists the urge to hold up both hands, palms out, like that might keep Jay's panic at bay. In all likelihood, that'll just make it all worse.

"Right now? You're on an island called Ensō. You, uh, probably had a dream about it. Right?"