"Have you forgotten? Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"
Charles pondered this question. He only had thoughts to rely on now because the world was devoid of sound, utterly silent.
He turned his head left and right, quickly finding the other two crew members, Sailor Sam and Second Officer Clarke, frozen in place the same way Charlie had been, doing nothing and just staring blankly.
He didn't know why he was doing it. But after spending several hours in such a peculiar environment, he understood why they did.
The longer one stayed in an environment without sound or light, the more oppressive it became inside one's mind, and a mounting rage began to bubble, seeking release, yet he couldn't vent it at all.
He even raised Black Thorns, trying to stab his own palm, but the object passed right through without any pain. He could not be injured nor die now.
