"Steal…what exactly?" Lucy asked, her face scrunching up. "Their…thoughts? Emotions?" When she said it out loud, it sounded like a dark guild plot, one he knew he'd probably have participated in if Brain had figured out how to do that.
"I was thinking a little bit narrower. Specifically their feelings of others. It may be related to memories, although for some reason, as we've seen, people still have those. But they attach little emotion to them anymore. Of course, I don't say this haphazardly. There was an…incident yesterday when I was alone."
With great pain, he went on to describe his fight (a generous word) with Percy. He wished there was a way to insert an anonymous person instead of himself to have fought the man. It was seriously embarrassing to admit he got his ass kicked by that string bean. But there was no way to explain what he saw, what he heard, without putting himself front and center. His ears tinged red by the time he was done, but the others were too busy gaping to notice.
"Wait…that's the same man as the first day?" Lucy asked. "You're sure?"
"Positive. Which makes it all the more disturbing. I've rarely seen such a large change occur in such a short amount of time in a soul. I've learned from experience that it's usually not a good thing. Moreover, the fact is that I distinctly heard a memory from Sorano's perspective play out from him. I've never heard a memory of another person playing out from someone other than themselves. That's just unheard of."