Memory reconstruction collapses again, then immediately restructures, randomly piecing together into a grotesque form.
It is at this moment Lorenzo realizes his life is filled with loopholes, those pasts he believed to have existed, upon careful reflection, are completely blank; that night of the Night of the Holy Arrival, his own wishes, all are blank.
Those illogical, conflicting memories are like someone has meticulously pruned them with a scalpel, cutting away all the dubious, unknown parts, leaving this newly formed Lorenzo living like a fool in delusional memories.
But then Lorenzo suddenly laughs, his voice hoarse, seeming to laugh too forcefully, and he can't help but cough.
Heracles finds it hard to describe his own emotions now, feeling he is trapped with a lunatic, impossible to fathom his mind, one second the sorrowful Lorenzo suddenly breaks into mad laughter, even if he's not crazy, Heracles feels like he'll be driven insane.
"I found it, Heracles! I found clues!"
