"You misunderstood. Sol did not awaken us, nor did he gather us together."
"Hmm?" Igor was surprised. Could there be another way to gather people? He didn't believe it.
"Sol merely helped us. We found some fragments little by little on our own, but now I can only call them fragments because, as for the complete picture, I really don't know."
The fragments Nonoa referred to were his memories. The remnants of consciousness could linger in this Border Realm, could drift aimlessly here, or could be devoured by those Soul Devourers, only to be spat out again. He might know he was a Swordsman, he might know his name was Nonoa, and he might know which world he came from, but he would never know, like Igor, that there were people waiting for him in the world outside.
