[Any other day - even yesterday! - she might have managed a laugh at that. Today, Flayn just nods slowly and just barely manages a small smile.

Thanks for trying, Dazai.]

...we saw things that were... almost from out of our memories, but twisted. There was music, and... [her brow furrows] It was... different, than the last place I broke into. There was something that seemed targeted at each one of us individually.