[ He's a peculiar one, the Wanderer decides. To see the worst of humanity and decide that they are still something worth liking. But perhaps it is because he is closer to a god than a human. He certainly doesn't think of himself as one of them. (Not like him, who knows what it means to live life like a human too intimately to separate the worst of what he's seen from himself. No, humanity is selfish and ugly. But also... warm, welcoming, and... loving.) ]

Heh. Focalors did a good job, choosing her subordinate.

[ Somehow, he would have to match up to this man if he wanted prove that Nahida was wise to pick him, huh? Hah, as if he could do that. She better not be expecting anything like that from him even several centuries into the future.

It's Neuvillette's concern that finally draws laughter out of the drifter. ]

Worried for me? Don't be. Of everyone here, this is the task that suits me best. Reconnaissance in dangerous locations... you could say it's my specialty.

[ This is incongruent with his supposed station as a scholar of Vahumana but he's already let slip that he knows about Descenders. What's another thing to this soft-hearted man?

He activates his Anemo Vision, lifting into the air as his hat vanishes and is replaced by a circle of glowing symbols. ]

Just sit there and tend to your little Archon, Iudex. You'll have the information you want soon enough.

[ With that, he flies off, far upwards, towards the barrier above them. Now that he had a task, he would complete it meticulously and efficiently. ]