"I'm not very good at comforting," they allow. "Though you've always disagreed. I. God, how do I even start." In a way that doesn't make her immediately think they're the enemy.

Okay. "There's this. Entity. We don't know who or what it is, aside from it's the last survivor of a dead world." Which might or might not sound familiar to her, honestly. They have no idea what she's been remembering. If anything. "But it. It creates illusions. Stories. Makes you think they're real. We've been. We've been tracking it, and when we tracked it hear, it-- sucked us into its illusions. So. This place? Maybe not real, I don't now yet. You? Me? Real. Only. Not who we think we were these past couple days."

They chew on their cheek and ask, "Does the name Soldat mean anything to you?"