Ah! Well. That one I can answer. It's the human thirst for knowledge, for categorisation. If one names a thing one knows it, and where there's knowledge there's understanding. The banishment of fear.

[He says it as they continue slowly on, the lake stretching wider up ahead of them. In the far distance, picked up by his new heightened vision-- shapes and movement. A slight brightening of the light. Civilisation, perhaps?

For now he pays it little mind. More invested in their conversation than whatever's waiting for them, further along the lake.]

You're right, of course. It's all just semantics, ultimately. But um...I probably should ask...arrived where exactly?

[He's dreaming of course, so perhaps it doesn't matter. But nonetheless he finds himself interested in what she might say.]