Relax! Your furbaby is fine. [He grumbles once he manages to get comfortable against the cushions. His head is swimming around in circles right about now. Fynn doesn't feel too good at all. If anything, he feels slightly worse now.] Besides, I kinda like the black one more than the others. More personality.

[Please ignore his ramblings, Ardyn. Fynn is completely delirious.]

First things first, are you really certain that these memories are real and not just implanted imagery? [Fynn asks once he gains a moment of clarity.] Let's put some perspective here before we go deep off the guided path. These memories that everyone are suddenly gaining overnight, what's the catalyst?