Gerome was quiet and waited for Inigo to came around to talking. It didn't take him long at all. He opened his own mouth to let him know he hadn't been alone in having a strange vision. But before he could, Inigo continued...

Inigo was crying. Sobbing from the memory that wasn't his own. Unreasonably, Gerome felt anger toward the one who had passed the memory, the vision, onto Inigo. But he also realised the anger was misplaced. If it was a memory, then that person had also experienced it... for real. How could he be angry with someone who had gone through that?

Shifting forward, Gerome sat himself up before reaching down and gathering Inigo up, yanking him from his prone position and into his arms.

"... It was just a memory. Not your own, Inigo. You are safe. And not alone. I also had a vision... Different, but it seems... many did."