There were a lot of words Squall didn't understand, which was a part of this whole world-combination thing. Nein. Pray. God. And although Squall didn't tend to be nosy out of curiosity, he did need to know what was going on.

"You're not a distraction, but...pray? What exactly are you doing?" Even the thought of telepathy wasn't confusing to him. Sorceresses had all sorts of dangerous powers. His consciousness had been sent back in time into someone else's body. That wasn't weird.