Eight hundred years should've provoked much more of a audible and visual reaction out of the rogue, but all Haseo could honestly muster was a blank stare in Fayt's direction. There was a profound difference between a decade that the last person had differed by, and a few hundred years that Fayt seemed to differ from his own time. After a second or to he tacked on a verbal notation to his thoughts: "...Huh." Over Eight hundred years in the future. Though he wanted to pry further and see if he could recall ever hearing something about the network crisis at that point he didn't think it even mattered. How much did he himself know about eight hundred years before his time? That was assuming that this person was from that time period at all.

It might've seemed a little curt of him to say, but since there was a gap in profound thought he voiced the next string of words that came to mind. "You know," the tone with which he spoke wasn't too very sarcastic but laced with unbelief all the same, "the more I listen to people around here, the more I'm convinced this deserves to be a mental institution. Everything that everyone has said to me sounds completely nuts."