[ that same thin hand moves up to impatiently push strands away from his eyes, blinking the sea-salt air that feels good; they always said the ocean breeze was beneficial to a sickly constitution. those strands like spun silver make fyodor think of nikolai's own: braided and twisted, unlike these: messy, boyish, a clear undercut beneath. beautiful things are the ones to be wary of, ] Yes, from an Earth. [ what is implied: not the same as yours. no being in his world had those eyes, and yes, those have been taken note of and categorized.

there is infinity in them, the endless sky that covers eden and the holy land and all of that in heaven. ]

Am I the first person you've met here? My condolences then. [ a glimpse of that sharp, biting humor that is delivered with absolutely no inflection whatsoever. ] You would have more success talking to others if you want to know more about this place.

I have neither the time nor inclination for meaningless talk. Either you'll see what this place is or you won't, then you'll decide to try to escape or accept your incarceration.

All in all, it's the same to me.

[ ...and that's a lot of words for someone who said he would give no explanations. ]