The background returned to pure whiteness again.
It stood there in a daze for a period of time before speaking again. "These aren't scenes from the memory vault—I had switched off all the sensual systems back then. It's impossible to have recordings of it left in the outside world."
"Indeed," Roland said frankly. These were fragmentary scenes he had seen before his memories came to an end—the astrolabe which Epsilon had presented not only belonged to her, but a part of it came from Lan. Perhaps due to the impact of magic power, they were just fleeting scenes, but Roland used the unique characteristic of the Battle of Souls to fill the gap with fabrications by combining all the scattered scenes into a perfect roll. "But, did you really need that one sentence?"
