[If he hadn't just witnessed something strange he'd have a scathing remark about how he lived in an Imperial Capital not some backwater village. But he stops himself. Hubert watches the other man curiously, folding his arms over his chest.

That was... strange. But he'll make no mention of it. Maybe it'll happen again.]

If that's what they say it's probably true... [It takes a few moments to roll back into the conversation, his mind still processing Cloud's little spell.] You came from another path or before or after... Who can say how many possibilities there are or where you've been pulled from. It makes actually knowing people a social nightmare. Whose an enemy. Whose an ally. Exhausting and annoying if you ask me.