Inside the cabin, a scene that would never occur in reality was unfolding—eight people, four faces.
Half were real, half were phantoms.
However, the real ones had lost all their memories, while the phantoms possessed all memories and were responsible for assessing the real ones. Although it sounded somewhat comical that the lower had overtaken the higher, it was not so amusing for the stakeholders.
"How could such a thing happen ..." Sonia gripped her long sword, shaking her head and loudly retorting, "How could something so outrageous happen, you must be lying to me! You all must be bad people, all bad people..."
Rather than retorting, it was more like she was convincing herself.
"A very normal reaction," said the Sword Maiden calmly, "After peeling away the disguise of memory, all you are left with is the purest wariness of this world—you are eager to control your own fate, unable to tolerate being adrift."
The Observer spread his hands, "Unlike someone else."