[Soren may be confused, but he's not dull-minded, and by now he has at least opened his mind to Mogget's assessment that he had been jumping to an incorrect conclusion. His sense of place and time had been thrown out of Aefenglom and wedged into two separate epochs of his own past. That misplaced sense migrates along Soren's experiences. He straightens up, remembering with private mortification that his brain is a scrambled mess, and he is probably making a fool of himself.]
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All right. Set me straight. What are you, then?