"Before I say anything, I have to ask you something myself," he said.
"What is it?"
"Did you see me get out of bed? I was fast asleep in here before," he asked her.
Emilia paused for a moment and nodded, "You kind of just got up and left the room through the window without a word. It was completely unlike you–being quiet, and all. I just assumed you had to use the bathroom, or something."
Given that answer, he looked down for a bit, rubbing his chin in thought as it was a troubling revelation.
I don't understand this at all. What's going on? It wasn't a dream then, or was it? I was out of it, but all the movements I made still happened? What the hell is going on here…? He asked himself.
"Emilia, I think the enemy is here already," he told her.
"What?...How do you figure?" The amber-haired asked, crossing her arms over her dark cloak.
