Thomas marched in, as soon as Wallace bursted through the wall, making eye contact with the black bag the same time Wallace locked eyes with it. Thomas froze in place, although he could hear Sir Jason and Sir Lewyn pull their swords, and step up on his flank, but Thomas dare not break eye contact with the now revealed body of one Lexine Tristan. He knew someone was in the commander's seat, but that didn't change his gaze from the body. After a moment, he pulled his gaze away from the body, and stared at the almost identical-copy of Lexine, with a cadre of scars along her face. Thomas couldn't find his words at first, almost too surprised to react. So many questions that flew through his mind all at once, but the only question he could find the words for was a relatively simple one, "Why?" Thomas managed to croak out, searching to find his motivation and cross the floor, to run his sword through her gut, but all the harder he tried, the harder it was to find. Confusion. The first time Thomas had felt such a sudden surge of confusion that it left him nearly reactionless. It seemed that Jason and Lewyn were in the same predicament, as Thomas heard no signs of protest of the current situation beside him.