[Palamedes smiles briefly, endeared; that was mostly a joke, but one always has to ask when it comes to People With Titles; he should know. He immediately has a whole bunch of opinions and gently prying questions about the type of man who would admit to being not a very good king, but he's busy nodding and remembering the name of the theater and before he can say anything else, the next shift comes.

Again Wu moves closer to him, and again Palamedes wonders if this odd space will notice them at any moment now and have cause to become violent. Wu has more experience in this place than he does, perhaps memories have ambushed people in Trench before...]

Korra is a friend of yours? [Guessing, as he moves to peek out the window himself. Huh! People! Really, this bubble is remarkable—as a feat and not as an instrument of torment, certainly.]

Then you and I, here, are merely supposed to watch. [Not interact, not the way it had been in Bigby's memory—] What are these encounters for?

[That's mostly to himself, frowning down at the crowd. It doesn't make sense! What's the goal behind making a person relive something like this, and from outside of it, as well...]

Do you still want to try leaving?