[He tests his own bokken and closes his eyes. Nothing really springs to mind. He wishes the memories were something he could call on whenever he wanted, instead of this weird barrier... but maybe it's a good thing that he's only remembering in bits and pieces. Maybe the whole thing is too much to handle all at once.]

I don't think my teacher would let me just take home a wakizashi. Do you know anyone in the theater department? I bet they have all sorts of props. Otherwise... [He rubs his chin.] We could look for one of those alternative shops. [The ones that sell steel replicas of dubious quality for the undiscerning anime fanboy.

He blinks as Dante actually seems to question his resolve. Sorey, for his part, had already decided he couldn't just stop here-- even if what was on the other side scared him a little. The unknown is always like that. He's a scholar who wants to get to the bottom of things, but he's also an explorer. He can't just turn a blind eye to all of this... especially when it has to do with his best friend.]

It's the only reliable way we have. It seems that the visions aren't all triggered by something, so burying my head in the sand won't help. They'll come to me regardless.

[His green eyes narrow.]

... I want to know the truth.