First, you were nearly arrested by a monster girl. A short, red-haired guard.
You remember the ghastly forest, leading to a town of monsters, filled with the bloody fragrance of its signature red tulips. You remember that you faced a formidable opponent, a winged, and that you survived her final attack. And, finally, you found that rift with a familiar light. It beckoned you back into your world.
But most of all, you remember that you were alone.
It was a perilous yet lonely journey.
You were always alone, without anyone or anything to worry about.
Only now do you realize just how well you're used to such solitude. It seems you've known that this would be the case even before the beginning of your journey.
But the head count here sure has dramatically increased, hasn't it.
Aria: Hey, it might not be the best time, but can we ponder a bit about where Five and Ludwig are? And how are they?
Nino: Question everything.
The more you try to think about what Aria said, the worse it feels.
Ugh, this pain is piercing. Questioning things isn't helping calm it down.
Logically speaking, the scenario Aria presents seems sound... even though it holds unfortunate implications for the trust you had in your own memories.
And the more she talks about it, the more... No, no, it's fine.
You can't let it show on your face.
- Aria: Uh, wait...
- Aria: I think... it's fine to stop here.
- Meimona: Oh.
- Meimona: ...Why?
- Aria: Ummm, uhh...
- Aria: I don't wanna strain Nino's brain too much?
- Meimona: What...?
- Aria: He looks sorta worn out from this.
- Reed: Seems normal to me.
- Aria: Well, uh... you said your head hurts, Nino.
- Aria: Is it that bad?
- Nino: Oh, no. It's fine.
- Nino: Nothing I can't handle.
- Aria: You seem strained to me.
- Nino: I said I'm okay.
- Aria: ...In that case...
- Aria: Do you feel like you're actually getting any closer to remembering anything, like Mei says?
- Nino: ...Honestly, no.
- Nino: Sorry.
- Aria: I see. It's fine, then.
- Aria: I shouldn't hold us up like this anymore.
- Meimona: Hey, hey, you're gonna let it go that easily?
- Meimona: Weren't you so desperate for this just seconds ago?
- Aria: I know... I still am!
- Aria: I want Nino to remember me, but...
- Aria: It's looking like we can't force something like this, can we?
Or rather than that, maybe he's just clearing up this awkward air you've caused for everyone else. Ah. Who knows anymore.
You guess... you'll just have to silently accept this all alone.
After all, you can't put a damper on everyone's fun.
Reed: Something's up with this person.
- Reed: I don't know much about it firsthand, but...
- Reed: For some time, I frequented the capital in Regalis.
- Reed: A certain division of the royal guards often patrolled that area.
- Reed: And the trainees I've seen there tend to carry around swords with this same single-edged blade style.
- Nino: Huh, really...?
- Nino: Whoa, hey, that's dangerous!
- Nino: Have some weapon-discipline, you fool.
- Reed: It's fine.
- Reed: Not like a sword can cut metal.
- Nino: So your hands really are metallic!?
- Reed: Yeah?
- Reed: Was that something that needed confirmation.
- Nino: So it means your robot-like arms really are robotic!
- Reed: Uh.
- Reed: They're... just prosthetics.
- Nino: Oh...
- Reed: Anyway.
- Reed: Getting a closer look at the blade does confirm my suspicions.
- Reed: But then again, that just raises contradictions...
- Reed: It doesn't make sense for a guard to be out here, fighting some other guard.
- Reed: I'm inclined to believe you're just someone who stole a sword, so you could...
- Reed: ...Roleplay with it, or something.
- Nino: WHAT.
Nino: No FLIPPIN' WAY he's right about ANY of that!
- Nino: Shut UP, that's the most offensive thing I've EVER heard.
- Nino: I would never do something that lame!
- Reed: Uh-huh. Paragon of coolness right here.
- Nino: And if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that this is MINE, okay?
- Nino: So don't lay your FILTHY hands on my girl ever again.
- Aria: G... Girl??
- Reed: Dude.
- Reed: It's just a sword.
- Nino: I'm so sorry, my precious baby.
- Nino: I won't let anyone take you out of my iron grip ever again.
- Meimona: Eww, grosssssss!
- Meimona: That's a sword, dude!
- Reed: ...So are you with guards, or are you not...
- Reed: Where even are you from, anyway.
- Nino: Oh, well...
- Nino: ...I don't remember?
- Reed: ...Ok.
- Reed: I don't know what other response I expected.
Party members: Speculate on your unofficial-leader's origin.
Nino: Right or wrong, what do YOU conclude about yourself?
You don't recall how you acquired your sword, but its grip feels most familiar. You alone can tell that it's definitely been in your possession for a long time.
To you, having a weapon in the first place is a good clue by itself. It means that your goals necessitated a tool for self-defense, and maybe for uses further beyond. Additionally, it implies you were confident enough that this is the only thing you'd need on your journey, no additional equipment required.
Strangely enough, as the three continued to talk amongst themselves about your possible "origins", you felt rather offended. It is the same feeling you got with Aria questioning your memory, that it is a very invasive act. And that it is so very... pitiful of you, to end up in such a state.
Frankly, that's a major annoyance.
You should be far above such treatment. You're not going to be the needy one here.
You have to get those memories back as soon as possible.
But, for now...
Your concern is with THIS loud winged.
You've been thinking about how you're going to get back to shore with your safety intact. Together, you all deduced that your best bet is in riding this ship, of course. However, letting Mei take the reins of sailing anything again sounds far too dangerous.
So this guy is gonna do it. You're gonna MAKE him do it, with the power of words and sharp-sword-related threats! As soon as he wakes up, that is.
God, just look at that dumb face!
He thinks he has the luxury to be having a good dream!