On the other hand, he'd argue that it does need to make sense.

Pulled from his already tenuously defined home, thrust into communal housing with strangers after minimal explanation, and now prompted to accept yet one more marvel without understanding it? Sasuke's objective enough to keep from getting irritated at his wizened old age of nineteen but it's all starting to slowly build up. It'd be worse if he weren't so wholly desensitized to bizarre bullshit in his life.

"Monster? Vague." Bone clacking hollowly against railing and wind whistling against a calcified body certainly sounds realistic but he's never one to rule out the possibility of a convincing illusion. It's what keeps his gaze ever-steady even as that visible eye suddenly lightens to a piercing red, stare again dragging over him without giving any indication as to just how much more he's now seeing.

"... does your dimension have a name?"