"Oh man, such a scene!"
Darren snorted as if disgusted and turned away from the two brothers.
"Why is the tip of your nose red?"
"Huh? How would I know? Sniff."
Darren avoided Carlson's gaze. The three of them walked somewhere else to give the crying due some privacy.
"Uhhh, I still can't understand it. Some mysterious guy came and saved him then held him imprisoned for two years?"
"Not imprisoned."
"Then what?"
"You wouldn't understand."
Alan couldn't tell everything to these two swordsmen, so he just gave a vague explanation and left the rest to their imagination. He decided not to take responsibility for how they might understand his words.
"Anyhow, it's still unbelievable."
"Yeah."
"He isn't a hallucination, is he?"
"A hallucination shared by all of us?"
"It's not impossible though."
"Eh, it better not be a hallucination or anything like that..."
