[Richard merely makes a small nod of recognition at the usage of past-tense. It is not all uncommon for one to have lost one parent or even both as they reach the age of adulthood. But the loss of a father would explain a quite lot about her demeanor, at least to Richard. When the guiding hand and the support of a parent is gone it will force one to step up and learn to take the responsibility for themselves. In that light, he supposes that Mitsuru Kirijo is an astounding young lady, admirable even.

He makes a mental note to ask about late mister Kirijo, but for now he is more focused on the matter at the hand, feeling relieved that she seems to understand his struggles.]

I know we all are nothing but strangers in this unknown land, but I must admit. It truly does feel like I have been transported into another realm where nothing makes sense. At times it does seem like everyone is mad in here. [He says, exhaling deep as he speaks.] All while it is quite apparent that they think I am in the wrong in here.

[Richard curls his hand in a fist on his lap. He could very well see the way people looked at him, he could hear them whispering behind his back -- deeming him as wrong. The thought alone is enough to waken frustration and old, buried anxiety.]

I need to adapt. And I am aware I can not do it alone. I will accept any help that you can lend to me. From history lessons to etiquette and customs.