[ Finn listens, fascinated. It was so unlike what he expected humans to be. The humans back home, their culture was monolithic and recent. They celebrated the Founders who brought them to the islands back after the Mushroom War. Revered them like gods, sang songs about them, celebrated them. It wasn't something Finn could connect to at all.

And back home, well... he and Jake never belonged to any one kingdom. They were scavengers, Jake liked to say. Swords for hire, but beholden to no one. It was something Jake clearly enjoyed about their life style, and Finn too to some extent. Still. It made it hard to feel like he belonged... anywhere, really. ]

There are kingdoms, they have different things they do. Festivals and big events and stuff. They're pretty cool, but they weren't really my traditions. My brother and I don't belong to a kingdom. [ Finn laughs a little, rueful. ] I thought meeting more humans would clear up what my culture was, but maybe it's not really that simple.

I guess you've been kinda feeling outside of everything too, huh? [ Finn's tone doesn't hold the weight of cultural isolation; he can't fully understand the pain of having something and losing it. Still, his words are sincere. ] I'm sorry, dude. I think I get it now, about the titles.