There is something insect-like to her, he'd thought as much before, but... that her species understand themselves as such a term — it's truly unlike anything he could have imagined. She's clearly so different from the thing inhabiting him, and though she may technically be an alien to him — he supposes he's as much of one to her people.

Konstantin nods somberly, flexing his fingers and looking down at them for a moment as he reflects on all of this.

"You must be very anxious to return to your people. I am too, although... truthfully, I don't know what the future holds for my home, either. Things aren't in such a state as your world, but..." He pauses; it's odd to talk about this, but some part of him feels a sense of relief to voice some of it. He's kept it locked away for a very long time, and it's strangely refreshing to sit and chat with this little bug.

"Just before I was brought here, I was trying to stop something horrible from happening, in my world. I don't know whether I was successful or not. Being here... I keep thinking about what my family might be experiencing, back there. It's a helpless feeling, isn't it? To be trapped, unable to help them."