There's silence in the room apart from the quiet ripple of water. Caleb watches as Eadwulf works through the ways what he'd just said don't make sense to him, and watches the logic he attempts to put to it fall apart. It's devastating to witness; sadly, he knows quite well how it feels to experience, too. They all do, the three of them. He holds tight to his hand, permitting that grounding touch for both their sakes.

Eventually, Wulf asks. Caleb swallows hard and answers, in Zemnian, voice rough with emotion. "On the beach just now, that was the first time I have seen you here." In other words, none of it. None of it is real. "I'm so sorry."

Wulf is new here, but the memories have given him a good idea of what normally happens on this island. This is well within the parameters of the kind of trickery the Augur pulls at times, and it has hurt Caleb deeply more than once. None so bad as this, though. Not nearly.

"It sounds beautiful," he offers, feeling his throat tighten. Somehow, it feels like something has been taken away from him, too. "I'm sorry. I couldn't--I couldn't just let you think..." He trails off, gaze dropping to their joined hands. Wulf knows what he means. It would have been a betrayal to let him think these things were true, no matter how good it would be if they were.