Minato brushed some nonexistent dust off his labcoat. If he had glasses, he would've adjusted them by now, and made up for it by tightening the straps around Souji's wrists.

Of course Souji wouldn't remember why he was here. He was so stubborn.

"They aren't real. It's all inside your head."

How could anyone think that they could call on various mythological and divine beings and have them do their bidding? It was ridiculous.