[It takes him a moment, but he finally manages to steel himself, regain some clarity, though it takes a quick swipe of his automail hand over his eyes, just in case. He's not going to cry about this. He never cries, dammit, and his parents are relying on him to explain this place. He has no reason to be upset; this has happened before, so he can accept that it's happened again. He just... has to deal with it. Right.

He can do this.

Straightening his shoulders, he looks at his mother, then Hohenheim, his expression serious.]

Right... okay, you've got questions. This place is called Luceti, and we're definitely not dead. It's not Amestris, though. We're not even on our own world anymore.