He could agree with her observation for a variety of reasons, a few of which were too obvious to even dwell on, and a few which were just idle murmurs at the back of his mind along the lines of melodrama and theatrical. Point being, he knew a thing or two about needing to separate yourself from what you'd become in order to find yourself again.

But then the world seems to shift, and he falters for words, for solid ground under his feet.

"...the what?"

The Brain Room, Zero'd called it. Ambrose.

"Oh."