Micolash is still in the early phases of Nexus culture shock in that it has yet to properly sink in at all. Still so certain this world and all other worlds operate by the logic he's come to research so deeply. Because if his research is about other planes of reality, surely the logic abides?

"Your people..." he murmurs, rolling around the concept as well as the word. The scholar rocks on his heels thoughtfully, trying to figure out where such a thing fits into his understanding. "Do you have. Humans? Where you come from? Beings like myself?"