Well, whatever brought us here, I’ve yet to figure out its…theme for choosing us. [ Will stares out at the landscape around him, for lack of anything else to center on while talking. He’s found an actual, portable radio since leaving his bus-but-not-a-bus, and this has let him mobilize further into the…whatever this place is.

The puzzle of the language issue is there, but the clanging desperation in Will’s mind for any sort of human contact is too loud to bother looking for possible solutions over.

…At least until that name, anyway. ] That’s— a hell of a title. [ Will sounds and feels somewhere between amused and curious. He doesn’t feel inclined to think this man is lying, at least, but that leaves him with a puzzle while Will has no idea what final shape he’s even working towards. ] I’m— Will. Will Graham. [ His last name feels useless in a world so separated from his own – who would recognize him here? – but the mirroring of title is reflexive.

So is digging deeper for answers, immediately after. ] Where…exactly are you from, Ivar?

[ …Sweden?

Guess who’s only taken one mandatory history class in college, and it definitely didn’t cover Vikings? This guy right here. ]