[He does raise his head, and kind of... blink-blinks and then quirks an eyebrow at Hikage like he actually is some kind of exotic bird that crashed through the miasma window and landed on the miasma floor to the tune of Morning Musume or some shit. After a moment the funny expression abates a little, returning to his usual baseline bemusement.

He's still a little too pale but there's enough color there now to differentiate him from all the pages of the books fluttered across the floor. That's going to be a mess and a half to clean up.]

Nesta.

[It's a mutter under his breath but the steel in it runs deep, crackling of old pages and deep dark ink of old hatred. A deep breath and we're back to the present, a little more.]

I was hoping I knocked myself out and landed back in 2015. The soundtrack wouldn't fit, though.