[ he doesn't offer an explanation for what a saniwa is, despite the clear unfamiliarity with the term, if only because the the answer to the following question will do more to explain exactly what he is than any default, convenient response he can give. ]

Yes and no, [ he admits, though he does yearn to ask arjuna about his observations of the others he's met in passing here. at the very least, it's good to know that they're not the only two here. ] I'm admittedly looking for my spirits more than fellow humans. [ he pauses, gold eyes lifting to meet arjuna's, cautious and faintly apologetic again. ] They're.. a little like you, from what I can tell of you. Though they're the spirits of weapons manifested and made flesh, and I think-- Well, I beg your pardon if I'm incorrect, but I think that you're a bit.. different.

[ not a tsukumogami, but not that far off from one. .. maybe. this place throws his abilities off and he's still getting his feet beneath him, so to speak, so perhaps he is utterly wrong, and he's just projecting his hunger to find something familiar onto arjuna. ]

.. I haven't been able to sense them near, but I'd be remiss in my duties if I didn't search anyway. I wouldn't want them to be alone here.