"A cultivator?" Tidus repeats it, the word used in that fashion - familiar, and steadily coming back to him. A conversation back on the beaches of Gyueran. He raises a hand to give him a moment, as his brain works back that far.

"That's the... is that the same as the people who fight the dead? Uh... or use them? I don't remember that well..." Well, he'll concede somewhat sheepishly, "--That probably isn't the same job as the one I heard about."

And that isn't very descriptive, is it? And Tidus knows by now that none everyone deals with the dead rising again in their own worlds, fiends made by the leftover remorse of those deceased. He might've just walked into a weird and awkward situation here....