NiGHTS caught Reala easily; whatever was wrong with him was serious, if Reala couldn't even be sarcastic. "Sometimes, Reala," NiGHTS replied, "Even you do." Look at the way he clung to Wizeman, after all - not physically, of course, no one would so much as dream of daring that (no pun intended, but it was true). Reala clung to Wizeman's ideals of a beautiful darkness covering the Night Dimension, of destroying the carnival of lights called Nightopia. And now Reala was clinging to his pride, not that that was anything new.

Only NiGHTS wouldn't let him do that... mostly. "Come on," NiGHTS murmured, taking Reala's hand so that it would look as if she was merely leading him somewhere. She tugged him in the direction of the Morem o Lisboa she had seen one day while exploring - she wasn't about to pull him towards Nina's or Ryuuzaki's hotel, even in the state he was in. She didn't, of course, know much about the area, but she knew that there were men and women who made odd noises and... it looked like they danced with people, but the shadows of their movements were so strange, even to NiGHTS, that she had never bothered to learn more about them.

"You're going to be all right."