[It's one of the most normal reactions to have here. D would be more concerned by people who act like him.

The intensity is acknowledged, but doesn't seem to stir D at all. He remains collected and unmoving where he stands.

In a surprisingly low, quiet voice, he says,]

At the roots of the Tree of Life. This place is called Kenos. Supposedly, our worlds have been destroyed, and we are the pieces left behind. You remember the dream?