Vax looks up at the Primal, eyes wide, and stares as the inferno builds and gathers. He sees, then, why the Lord of Inferno is so named. Is this what it would be like, he wonders, to face down the dragon that killed his mother? He raises a hand, protectively, over his face.

But cool air is what he gets. A blast of it, and then Vax turns his head, and peers around for a moment. The clouds of the Width are here, instead.

He blinks a couple of times.

Then, he turns his head and looks to Castor. "It's not your fault," he says. "Looks like any of us could get pulled into memories, yeah?" He hesitates, a moment, before he adds: "...Is that what you meant? That time you talked about saving the world?"