"This is for the A'caen!"
Gale's mind cleared with that announcement. He was about to yell at them after they called out their reasoning for attacking him, but he stopped himself, noticing the weirdness of the situation.
How could he have an overview of the assassin encircling him and watch himself squirm on the ground? No, it wasn't his soul fishing out of his body, but something more mundane and comprehensible, though that didn't mean it wasn't outrageous.
[Don't just stand there,] a voice transmitted to his head. Gale comprehended who the voice belonged to at once. Sumei. She hadn't stayed where he left her, but ran up here to help him.
Gale turned his head around as if to find her, but the only thing he got was another urging phrase from her. [Come on, they won't be fooled for much longer.]
