"It's..." Nothing wasn't going to fly after such a kneejerk reaction, even though he would have much preferred to treat it as such. "I saw something, but it couldn't have possibly been real."

His eyes narrowed, gaze drifting slightly to the left as he went over the image in his mind despite himself. It was less clear in his mind's eye now than it had been, thank god. But even with the finer details fading into obscurity, the main event would never leave his memory.

"Somebody was murdered." He curled his fingers one by one. The feeling of a sword in his hand wasn't unfamiliar, at least. But whose hand was he remembering? "But... it definitely can't be one of your memories!"

He sounded less certain than he wanted to be.