Meanwhile, Harker found himself quite literally stuck in his own head.
He doesn't know how long it had been since he woke up in this completely white room that represented his consciousness. He knows that it was that, because it had the same feeling as Legion's tea party in the snowy spot by the creek.
Harker sat alone in this white room for a while, pondering. No, he was digesting. It was difficult enough to now gain the memories of every single person that Legion ate, much less digest it while he was 'ascending'.
That ascension felt like hell, no joke.
He wondered how many more Ability Ascension he'd have to experience in this lifetime, and sincerely hoped that it won't be many. He'd rather not have them again at all.
As he digested, he had realized a few certain things.
