Sora snorts in the middle of the explanation, softly and mostly to himself. It's nothing bad, it's just that it's always New York, isn't it? Well... Okay, he lived in a world where it was always New Jersey, but hey, historically, New York's the place where things happen. Figures.

"So the Titans... were attacking the Greek gods in New York, and you guys were attacking their base. At the same time." Sora looks up. "That was... on purpose. 'Cause they were split up and things were easier." And Jason was made praetor at around the same age Sora woke up for his second adventure, he thinks. A bit younger than when Sora took the Mark of Mastery exam. Bombed it.

He scratches the back of his head. "Scythian Dracaena. That's a mouthful. Guess you guys won, huh?"