Tristan's soul, which had taken a nosedive into the abyss of existential dread thanks to the utter madness unfolding before him, suddenly jolted back with the force of a thousand espresso shots. It was like someone had flicked a switch in his brain, replacing the swirling chaos with laser-focused memory: He'd completely forgotten about his conversation with the Emperor!
He slapped his forehead so hard it could have rivaled Carlton's bear hugs for sheer impact. Was he blaming Carlton - a walking cuddle puddle with questionable sanity - for dragging them all into this whirlwind of absurdity? Or Alaric for willingly participating in said absurdity? Or maybe... himself? For forgetting everything after witnessing such bizarre events. Honestly, at this point he wasn't even sure what planet they were on anymore.
