"You finally dared to face me. This is not your world. You should not be here," the indistinct voice said.
The boy's headache struck again, and this time no one had expected it.
Salomon suddenly felt that treating the boy like a ticking time bomb was perfectly reasonable, because his headaches could affect others as well. Before this, both Bayonetta and Salomon had believed the boy's headaches were caused by recalling certain memories, and that the image was, at most, a projector. Not only could the boy relive his memories, but others could watch the movie too. At first, Salomon had viewed it with amusement and even teased the boy about his projector function, but no one had expected it to be capable of interacting with reality.
"What was once whole should return to being whole. You must be destroyed!"
In the blurry image he projected stood a boy who looked exactly like him. Aside from the boy himself, the Arcanist and the Witch could hear only indistinct words. The boy in the image seemed merely to wave a hand, yet the real boy was sent flying as if he had been punched. This was on an entirely different level. They hurriedly fired at the image while trying to save the boy, who had been knocked off the motorcycle and nearly fallen from the Bridge of Heaven.
"What the hell is going on?" They could not continue down the road now. No one could rest easy until they figured this out. Yet the boy, whom Salomon had hauled upright by the back of his collar, was equally bewildered. He could not understand why this memory image had suddenly gained such abilities. "Why would your memory image attack you? What exactly did you remember?"
"I..." The boy was dizzy and incoherent,