[ this was obviously... a lot to take in. whether it was an elaborate dream plot, or actually some bizarre situation he'd stumbled into—it was just... a lot.

makoto idly eats another bite of pie, resting the fork against his mouth as he chews and swallows. he's not hungry but it feels grounding to do something so normal as eating some dessert. ]

...I guess, thanks for explaining things. I still don't know what to think... I'm just hoping when I sleep I'll wake up back home. [ he puts the fork down ] It just doesn't make sense that we can't leave.. and hasn't anyone noticed a bunch of people went missing? Maybe somebody's coming to help!—...i-if any of this is real, I mean.