I - I felt as if I were outside of myself. Like this were all a dream. I thought I had my hands back.

[His tone is still a little strange, if in a different way than before. Now, Ingo's simply shaken by the realization of what happened, how easily and quickly it overcame him.]

There's...people out there. Pokemon. I think...

[Looking back, the fog fading away and the effects to his conception of himself feel...vague, foggy in themselves. But not the voices. Those memories are far more concrete.]