[Mama rock? He must be referring to the heart.]

That this temple

[Yes, that's the word.}

Is... home.

[It took him several seconds to actually pick out the right word.]

That there would be others, and I've come into possession of some things I didn't have before. Very little, basically. But I can't be a rock, that's impossible.

[As impossible as teleporting into a strange place from a hole in a cliffside that calls his name. The more he writes, the more clearly unsure he is.]