but i know that i am solid
He watched the six brightly-dressed soldiers ready the transport in relative silence, only yielding scattered curiosity aloud when approached.
It was terrifying - the lack of memory, yes, but more than that the fact that he could tell something was so wrong.
Ignorance? Definitely not bliss.
After a moment, his wandering eyes settled on the soldier in white armor; perfect posture, staunch generosity, and answers for everything.
If anyone knew what was going on, it was him. It only made sense.
But when Mwamba tried to meet his eyes...
No. It wasn't pity.
Cammuravi was just as scared as he was.