Janius ended up trying the same things as Sabine before realising that there was nothing they could do. He brought his hands up to his hair and let out a flustered breath.

Gallus had his arms crossed and his brow knitted. "What do we do? Is this permanent?"

After some false starts talking, Janius gestured an open palm to Sabine. "Sabine, you know more about this than we do."

"I..." Sabine was still looking at Meesei's ghostly figure, utterly distraught. She shook her head. "No. I do not know what to do."

The discussion of possibilities remained at a shallow and confused level for the entire time that Meesei was in Apocrypha. Gallus began to pace, Sabine had sat down and had her face buried in her knees, and Janius kept making small suggestions that would never work. They were discussing the possibility of running to find Ahnasha and Fendros by the time Meesei returned.

Everyone looked up to Meesei with surprise when she spoke.

"Meesei?" Gallus began. "Are you alright?"