[ While this is all happening, Kahlil has slowly been breaking apart a single nacho between his fingers, snapping it into smaller pieces and then inevitably dust.

His mouth forms a line and he turns to Rousma. ]

Go play for a little bit, okay?

[ She gives a little nod, and scurries off toward the other aisles. The dog body remains motionless on the floor. Kahlil frowns at the crumb pile of nachos in front of him. ]

She appeared a few weeks ago when everything was... strange.

[ You know, right before you started avoiding being in the same room as him. ]

She looks like that because... I don't know. They made her into an oracle, living bones. I think it would be harder if she looked the way she did... before. But now that she's here, I'm not going to make her go away. Even if she's not real.

[ This is a bad explanation. Somewhere, her little bone heels click on the floor and bags crunch. He shrugs. ]

I think she might've jumped into a dog the last time I saw her. But I don't know if that's real either. When everything went wrong two years ago - I think she was destroyed with the rest of the church.

[ He forgets how much Jack actually knows about this. Either way, the point is that as much as he's recovered and gained some understanding of his memory, there are still things that contradict and he can't explain. ]