He thinks he remembers that. The whiteness seems to fade from the center outward, with the most recent events reemerging first. He's in a surreal state, now, where his life in Horos feels more real than anything that came before it. This will pain him greatly, once he's in a state to realize it.

His gaze drifts back to Ryunosuke sluggishly, finally resting on the pants and blanket like he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with them. He takes them in hand, staring, looking between them and Ryunosuke's turned back until it hits him. Right. He's naked, isn't he?

"Ah..."

He starts to feel distantly awkward because of that for the first time since his release. He clumsily starts pulling them on like wearing clothing is a new thing he's just discovered. Yet, once he's wearing them, he does feel better, even if they are a bit short. He pulls the blanket around himself, his brow furrowing as he tries to put it all together.

"You're... you were there..." he murmurs eventually, even such simple information feeling laborious to drag up. "You had a mark... one of the... promised..."

Where are the others? Where are the others he felt?

"I felt its anger..."