[Hydaelyn. Like it's common knowledge, like he's supposed to know the name of some foreign planet he never realized existed until this moment. Hydaelyn.

The ground lurches beneath his feet for a fraction of a second, before his very willpower rights it proper. He looks at Luka with a stern, unyielding expression.]

I'm fine. I remember all too clearly everything that's happened to me up until this point. And the reality is that I don't come from a place called Hydaelyn. My planet is called Gaia, there are no people there who look like you, nor a location called the Isle of Bekko or the Ruby Sea.

[He sounds sure of this, because. Well, he is.]

I might not have an explanation for you, but I'm not lying and I'm not so disoriented that I can't tell my own... home from this one.