[Sion forces himself to sit up despite the sapping weakness. The question is why is he strapped to Gara of all people in the middle of a Di[e]ce. He tries to gather his thoughts, sort through his collection of predictions on current and future Di[e]ces but. His head feels stuffed with cotton. And it's irritating. The situation. Feeling weak. Not being able to remember how he got here.]

How long was I out...?