He shakes his head gently at the question, though he resists the newly-strong urge to dip his head as he answers: Ganymede is a prince, and now he must act like it again, or find himself revisiting a thousand years he doesn't want to think about, much less re-live.

"I don't. And I'm not, though this place looks...a great deal like somewhere I used to call home. But if our arrival and lack of consciousness for it is anything to judge by, the ones that have us here are familiar. For better or worse." He's not leaving out the possibility that there are no gods behind this, though having woken up in a temple Ganymede thinks this is less than likely.