Ethan grasped Lana Mokos's shoulders, giving her a gentle shake:
"Come to your senses, it was all just a dream."
Lana Mokos's lovely eyebrows knitted together in confusion:
"No, that's not right. It was definitely you, you're the one who sparked my interest in Illusion as a child."
"It led me to study Illusion later, to even specialize in it..."
Ethan's lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Never mind, he had already rescued Lana Mokos.
Let her say what she wants, however she wants to say it.
A sense of curiosity rippled through Ethan regarding Lana Mokos's childhood:
"How did you get out? I missed the final piece."
Lana Mokos's eyes shifted from confused to focused, a glimmer returning to her gaze.
She hung her head low, her expression one of profound loss.
