[Asch looks up, and Dimitri is already off. He stands hurriedly, and starts to follow after, catching up quick enough.]

It must be another memory—Flayn's. If she's not here, she might already be caught somewhere. If I was the focus of my stage, then she must be the focus of this one. Look—the fish aren't even real.

[he stops, and points out.]

What's that.

[the odd bird shadow flies underneath him.

out of curiosity, he stomps on it.]