Misha's youthful voice seemed to grow a little steadier. When he began speaking again, a faint nostalgia seemed to color his recollections.
"While I waited for Mikhail to return from his voyage, Uncle Wald gave me this workshop, this playroom, my secret hideout...
"I learned to repair clockwork and gears here. I loved intricate machinery. I was the captain of the Compass, searching for new continents in dreams with my companions, Clockie and Miss Mirror.
"I... was born and grew up here."
"So the building in this memory bubble was your childhood home," Himeko said.
Jiang Yu blinked as he looked at Misha. In other words, the Misha standing before him was a memetic life-form, a Memory Zone Meme. Although he looked vastly different from Mianmian, perhaps the two could be considered members of the same kind.
Memoria really was miraculous stuff.
Misha did not notice Jiang Yu's gaze. He nodded, then shook his head.
"Yes, but also no," he said in response to Himeko's guess. "Perhaps this would be more accurate... this memory bubble is my home."
Himeko gave a soft chuckle, smiling at the senior before her-or rather, the memetic life-form who had inherited, or preserved, that senior's memories and childhood appearance.
"It looks like you've remembered everything."
Even Stelle, who stood beside Himeko and was usually so flippant, smiled and nodded, looking as though her suspicions had been confirmed.
March 7th stared blankly at her companions. "Wait, wait, wait. Why does it feel like everyone except me is on the same wavelength?"
March 7th did not even bother checking Jiang Yu's reaction.
Knowing Little Fish, he might have spotted the problem-or its true nature-even earlier...
"That's right. You're the only one still in the dark." Stelle wore a slightly smug grin that looked remarkably like Clockie's smiling