"Tamara..."
Mobet softly chewed over the unfamiliar, awkward-sounding name. This once again confirmed for Angel that the Dream Thief before her was not the one who had once fought beside her, but merely a character recreated from fragments of his memories and personality. His behavioral logic fit the "story," yet he did not remember his true identity.
Of course, according to the mystical theories of the subconscious and the Collective Unconscious, he should still possess those memories. They were merely hidden in the Depths of Consciousness, like stockpiled goods.
"Sorry, I've never heard that name."
After pondering for a moment, Mobet smiled apologetically. Rejecting the beautiful woman before him made him somewhat uneasy, so he took the initiative to find another topic, recounting how he and Shatas had met, gotten acquainted, and ultimately become husband and wife.
Beautiful, but illusory, like a briefly sketched-out "character setting"... Angel assessed, feeling increasingly saddened for these companions she had only recently come to know.
By the time the strong liquor before her was almost gone, Angel finally saw Klein push open the tavern door and enter. As though merely passing by, he walked past their small table and handed the Nightmare characteristic to Angel.
Holding the characteristic, Angel could make simple use of Nightmare's powers. Through her Spirit Vision, a hazy ball of light appeared on Mobet's body. It trembled constantly, seemingly resisting Angel's touch.
He wasn't asleep yet...
Just as that thought arose, Angel saw the other party's "ball of light" soften and lose its resistance.
She looked up and discovered that Klein had somehow thrown out a Slumber Charm, sending more than half the tavern into sleep. The rest were groggy as well, as though they had drunk too much bad liquor.
Thank you... She silently mouthed the words, touched Mobet's