'Just what the hell is going on?!'
This single sentence, single question would suffice to sum up Nay's feelings about the things she observed while tailing her supposed master.
From how he went right into the trouble the moment it appeared anywhere close to them, through how he joined a fight that wasn't his to take, and all the way to all the events that followed.
For someone priding herself in how rational she was in her judgment, the sequence of the events that Nay observed made little to no sense.
And yet, from the very bottom of her soul, the girl could tell that there was some sort of a common threat of logic that bound all that happened into a single, rational evolution.
