Exhaustion makes it difficult to understand, and it's by the second haze that he thinks: perhaps, he has a sense of it. This grounding presence, defending islands, connected to each other, yes. One to the right. One below. To the left. To the centre.

The one from above, that, that makes less sense to him.

"I don't know that I understand. Is there meant for one of you to eventually guard the North?"

A pause, for any attempted answer from this exhausted defender.