Hearing that bit of information has Zulf's eyebrows rise up and he seems to give it thought. This has admittedly a solution that has come to him before, but having already tried it with Aoi... He'd quickly been reminded that their amulets couldn't translate writing. But if Seimei is willing to decipher it...

He's silent for a little while long as he stares down at the paper before he starts to write once again, this time on a clean page. Fortunately, his handwriting is very clear and proper. There won't be anything like this world's equivalent to cursive to bullshit through.

I used to have a lot of pride in my words but here it feels as though they don't have any use. I'm no warrior and I'm no healer. When I've tried to help, it seems as though I've just caused more harm. I know that my silence causes those dear to me to worry yet even when I've tried to speak, it seems as thought a lock has made itself at home in my throat.