'That explains it…' He thought. 'How did I get injured?'
Now that he had broken the illusion, his memory was fuzzy, and he had trouble distinguishing where it had started. Was it before they returned to the site, as he was injured? Or was it way before, even before they had begun to patrol? He had his claws on, so he should have been either patrolling or fighting, but he couldn't recall anything at all, that could leave a hole in his torso like that.
