"Northern Europe, yes. I'm... well I started out as not immortal and definitely was killable, but now I think technically I'm a demigod? About halfway to godhood on the power scale sort of thing. And the gods can be killed, it's just really hard."

He listens attentively and to his credit does not laugh. That sounds like something he'd read in a book, but isekai aren't super popular in his time and he probably wouldn't know the term anyway. "Huh. Not an afterlife I've ever heard of, but why not?" He's reached the point of his life where 'this shit might as well happen' is a normal refrain. "That must have been really disorienting. I don't know what a 'cultivator' is - immortal master? Is that..." Oh gods he's trying to not be offensive. "Is that like some kind of immortal sage sort of thing? I think I've heard of those in books."

The smile he offers the other is a little nervous, but not really unhappy at all. "I didn't know I was the son of a goddess until about... a year or so ago? And since then it's been nonstop chaos. But I could see and hear ghosts growing up, so I always knew I was different, just not why."

Bob finally sticks his head out of the pocket and squawks. "Oh! And this is Bob. ... I named him as a child, so the name is a little..." Weird? Silly? Dumb? Any of those apply.