Oscar is still a mystery that Sayo can't solve, at least not yet. She doesn't understand how someone so close to Ange, who's seen all the scars that the shrapnel from her self-destruction inflicted on her, can have so much sympathy for her. Even knowing that he was acquainted with Kanon for a brief time doesn't explain it—while Sayo is unfortunately aware of how easy it was to get attached to him, whatever passed between the two of them couldn't made a bridge across that gap. Right?

And yet Kanon, the soul bound to Sayo's butterfly Omen, is currently draped across Oscar's lap like a lazy cat and not an insubstantial giant insect.

"I'll keep your skills in mind. We'll definitely need somebody who knows how to pilot that thing; killing the Prince of Noon only to crash the airship and fail the mission five minutes later would be embarrassing." Sayo sighs at his question, looking away from the audience. "...and yes. While... many of you were not aware of it at the time, my soul had departed my body and went with Forneus to Nephele-that-isn't. A small fragment of myself was already operating my body since I was concentrating on the battle with the leviathan as much as I could, so almost nobody noticed anything was amiss." Pause. "And before you get concerned about what happened to the part of me that suddenly gained independent will and free thought, he's currently napping on Oscar's lap."