[ A creation story then? His brow scrunches again. ]

Where I'm from, there's folks with the technology to cross galaxies in a blink of an eye. [ His tone flattens a bit. ] Open up rifts in the sky to let in whole armies from other planets.

[ That's as close as he can get to what she's talking about.

Not collisions, but intentional travel— or invasion.

Crossing space, not time. Until they got here. ]