The language isn't familiar to him so he takes the name at face value.

"I thought upon arriving here after death that there would be some purpose to this place. Some meaning to it. A reason for this place having brought us all together. But the longer I am here the less certain that seems. It feels arbitrary, and meaningless."

He holds the glowing rock in his hand for a moment, closing his fist around it. There's a brief second where his hand glows with a blueish hue and the temperature around him chills, and when he opens his hand again the stone is surrounded by ice; the soft amber glow now a dull blue. Without taking his eyes off it he continues, "It's as if we are searching for answers to a puzzle without even knowing how many pieces there are."