[Viximon reddens considerably at the praise, and soon scuttles behind Joshua. Y-yeah, she might be a moment. Joshua, however, is a little more interested in the subject matter than the drawing. He examines it closely, tilting his head.]

... So your metal boxes are just vending machines. Wonderful. It's just like thousands more in the Tokyo I come from.

[Finally, Hibiki's question. He crosses his arms about his rakish torso, eyes unamused. It's not like he needs his ESP or even a fraction of it to see that the two worlds aren't exactly side-by-side like good little parallels. They're collapsing in on each other.]

Who knows. There's hardly any reason to total their own city with a duplication of a faraway place they may or may not have known about before this, though. Normally, new parallels are created all of the time. Existence takes a separate turn, and a new reality is birthed - carrying on a hypothetical what if as reality. This isn't exactly supposed to happen. It's not like I actually know, but this world appears pretty established. Certainly not new.

...Can't you feel it? The two realities are clashing against each other for survival.

[And after some thought.]

With the lack of people from Tokyo, I'd assume this world is winning. But who knows.