"Is this your almost-roundabout way of asking me about home? Ah, ah. I see! Well."

Abel has already gathered a bit about the world Emet-Selch belongs to through the liberty of conversing with him, with Estinien, with Himeka; he knows enough to know they are... very different.

"My home is a planet called earth - a planet that might seem rather boring in comparison to your star, Mr. Emet-Selch. There's no such thing as 'magic' there, um... like Miss Himeka can perform?" Her healing magic had been exceptional to witness when she had tended to Dokja, simple as it must be in the grand scheme of things. "But... it's truly beautiful, all the same. I work for the church-- the Vatican, that is, as a touring priest-- so I've had the opportunity to do quite a bit of traveling! Seen much of it and its people. It's wonderful... and sometimes frightening for that wonder, but... it truly is remarkable, filled with all manner of folk from all walks of life, some of which I've had the great pleasure of calling my friends." It is impossible to miss the fondness, affection, longing in his eyes.

"--That is a pretty general way to put it, but... how does one summarize the grand total of their world, you know?"