Michael's presence, incongruous as it is, serves to snap Orpheus out of his immersion in the memory, which stutters slightly as he steps out of himself - leaving behind an afterimage still participating in the scene while his present self looks at the other Sleeper.

"What?" he asks, blinking a little in disorientation. He seems to catch up to what's going on before Michael has a chance to clarify, though, and shakes his head before continuing. "I... don't really know? Eurydice said something about a wall, but I never really thought about it beyond that."

That's a pretty good question, though, and Orpheus glances around at the machinery around him, trying to see if it harbors any clues as to what the factory is for. Unfortunately the memory goes sort of vague around those details, visible but hard to focus on, as he hadn't been very focused on them at the time. He frowns and looks back at Michael.

"It - the Underworld - also used to just be called Hades, a long time ago? But I guess that got too confusing, or something."

(Meanwhile, behind him, the scene continues to play out.

"But I only buy what others choose to sell," Hades goes on to explain, then, feigning exaggerated, mocking surprise at memory-Orpheus's confusion, continues, "Oh? You didn't know? She signed the deal herself. And now she belongs to me."

"It isn't true." Memory-Orpheus shakes his head in denial, pulling Eurydice closer to him and looking to her in the hopes that she'll deny it too. "It isn't true. What he said - Eurydice?"

But she doesn't, doesn't meet his gaze, lets her hand slip from his. "I did. I do.")