"If it's not through us, I figure it's through the SCAs," she said, pausing in her work on the spell to hold her own orange-banded wrist up.

At least those showed no signs of reading thoughts.

"... The memories didn't stop at that, though," she admitted, sighing.

"In fact, the first one any of the three of us received from the train was of it being a person - and having lost everything. Literally - all senses and physicality, gone. Emotions, drained. Left with nothing but a purpose."

Not that any of them had learned then what the purpose was.