Coming to his senses and stepping back, he runs his hand through his hair in disbelief:
- What the hell was that? - he stops, realizing he's in a sacred place. - ...some kind of hallucination? Do you have any idea what happened, friend? - he asks the temple guard. - Some jerk slashed us up when we were walking to the store. And I mean - seriously, to the point of death. I didn't see his face; he had a bucket-helmet on. And now it's like everything is okay. Or am I just feeling unwell and hallucinating? - he throws a questioning look at the two.