What the hell?!
It was all Kir could do to stop himself from saying something as he heard the voice again.
Who are you?
The voice didn't answer.
Kir held his head with one hand. Was he going crazy? He felt tense all the way down to his tail...
"Kir? Are you okay?"
"Twenty-eight is a magic number..." he repeated.
"What?" Kordia's ears and tails twitched in confusion.
"It's... consistent numbers arising from fractional calculus for tendencies of orbital stabilities in atomic physics..." half the words he said had no analogue in Common, and so to her, it must have sounded like he spoke jibberish with the mix of Japanese and English needed to make that sentence.
"Stabilities..." Kordia pondered. "You mean like casting circles? But stabilities for those are only two, eight, and twenty..."