Well, that was one question answered--either this man was not Human, or there was some other variable here that Alloran couldn't name. Time travel wasn't exactly unknown to Andalites--the Time Matrix proved that much, and look where chasing that had gotten him. There were theories about parallel universes, but all research into those avenues had been put on hold during the War.

But it seemed comparing Andalites to 'centaurs' was universal.

Having his thought-speech returned in kind was something new altogether.

Alloran bows his head in greeting, deciding for now to omit his War Prince title. There was no war any longer, and he was tired of it.

<My name is Alloran-Semitur-Corass, and I am an Andalite.>