"Subjects." Koby repeats it softly, crossing his arms a little tighter over his chest. "Like we're...an experiment or something. Right." The thought makes his stomach churn -- at least when he was a prisoner on Alvida's ship, things made sense. He knew what he was, what to expect. What to do.

He has no idea what to do, now.

His ears are ringing as he watches Izutsumi poke at the tree, scratch it, make declarations. Swallowing hard, Koby gathers his strength, then asks about the other part of what the clown had said. "She said that...nothing we remembered about our lives was real. That it was all a...simulation.

"Do you believe that?"