[Ah—so this inhuman gentleman from the mysterious other world is experiencing a bit of inconvenience in that area as well. The fact that he readily admits that not all of Demeisen’s capabilities might return inspires rather a lack of confidence, which doesn’t hurry him at all in his decision of whether to Harmonize to one side or the other, or to none at all.

(But of course, none is not truly an option. Not when his faculties are so severely hampered, even considering just the limits of this humanoid body.)

Even so, he doesn’t have any fear in divulging what he truly is.]

Ship avatar, [he says, and then, considering that this might not be immediately obvious to Sebastian,] Starship, that is. I’m the passing-for-human face of the Culture warship Falling Outside The Normal Moral Constraints.

[A ship that, according to local wisdom, is now obliterated into nothingness… or near-nothingness, if one wishes to believe the more optimistic view of Springstar residents. Demeisen isn’t necessarily ready to believe this to be the truth, but whatever the case may be, the ship certainly isn’t anywhere near here.]

So unless the Tree is going to squeeze out my better half at some point, [—all one-point-six kilometres of it—] the important bits are not going to be in evidence.