For an instant he feels like he's gone mad again. He wants to scream, he wants to cry - so many people - but he can't. Not now, and not here. Not with someone who doesn't know his past.

But he breathes, and... no. He's in control of himself. Still, his voice is small and shaky. "We... ah. We attempted to dispel part of the illusion with a combined force. It... there was a tear in reality. It looked almost like what I've been told a planar gate looks like - anyway. There were colors like we saw before. It yelled at us and grabbed us with a massive hand... and... I thought I saw people... burning..."

His eyes go wide and blank, his whole body drooping at the memory. It's not the same as before, but it's clear there was a trigger there.