The stars' cold, hollow projections raced across the edge of my vision as the navigation mainframe—Alice—calculated the return route. Sherry, who had reverted back to human form, and A-dog gazed out trance-like at the floating lights beyond the flames, both silent for a long time.
After a very long time, Duncan's voice suddenly reached her ears, "What are you thinking about?"
Sherry was startled, then she blinked her eyes—the ones filled with a faint, blood-red glow, representing the Profound Demons — and muttered softly, "I just suddenly remembered... I always thought The Saint was a fearsome Evil God... out-of-control mad, the very bad sort..."
Duncan looked at Sherry for a few seconds, then averted his gaze, "If you faced him alone today, it would have been as you said; your mind couldn't comprehend or handle his voice, and you would have seen his out-of-control madness—same with other 'deities.' After all, The Saint you 'observed' today was actually through my perspective."