[He's known grand cities beneath the sea, although even the greatest wonders Atlantica has to offer pale in comparison to this. Still, it would be a shame for something like this to be tucked away under the sea the way it is, and if the recreation is accurate - and he has to believe it is - the inhabitants look awfully content to simply walk along the streets, for somewhere that might have been an underwater city to begin with.]

'Long ago, when the world was still new,' hunh?

[There's a distinct sense he's quoting something, with that first bit. Not unkindly, nor ungently, but it has the sound of some fragment of an old story. Something he knows by heart. Perhaps even something that would be almost universally familiar, back wherever he's from, wherever that should happen to be.]

Memory's a powerful thing, though. And as long as that lasts... there's still at least that much left behind, even if it's not always the same.

[To a careful - and sharp-eared - listener, it might just sound like there's a personal sort of familiarity there. Something that flickers into life and then is gone a moment later; something he can't entirely hide, with the conversation taking the turns it is, but also something that he's not used to mentioning even so much as obliquely.]