"True residents, I thought this was all a dream. So how are there people who actually live here, wouldn't they just be imaginary?"

All of this kind of stuff was certainly out of Makoto's wheelhouse. Monsters, bad guys, fighting, all of that she could handle and knew plenty about. But dreams and layers, and other worlds, that sounded more like something one of the others would make a lot more sense of.

"I've always been pretty quick to get back up on my feet. And what are you apologizing for, it's not like you told me something horrible? I'd probably still be in that doll turned to a statue by now if not for your help."