The last time he tried to ask questions he almost DIED. 

So, no, he doesn't have any questions. 

......Okay. This doesn't seem great but he - will wait and watch? 

Carissa has never, actually, talked to Iomedae like this before. She's asked Leareth what it's like - what it's like with Iomedae in particular, because Abadar's quite different - and felt strange, about knowing that from him and not for herself, but she didn't need much direction, as it turned out, and Iomedae's very busy.

There's a rushing feeling like being the magic of a spell instead of being the force moving it. And then a feeling, in the dark of someone taking hold of her by the shoulders - not by the shoulders, by the chest, by some metaphysical handle that she doesn't actually have -

" - first off, you're pregnant! Congratulations. It's a girl. If you're doing any further transit to this other world do it through Velgarth, with adequate containment so Foresight works - so not with regular inputs from Golarion clouding everything. Given apparent trends in inter world accidents - or non-accidents, but I'm not causing them - you should have a routine for this, and it should be a routine that puts everything very cleanly where We can see it. I can't see the child very well, don't take this as orders regarding him." And she steps up to Carissa, takes her face in both hands - Carissa thought she was looking down, but isn't, suddenly, without Iomedae having moved her neck exactly - "I love you, child. Act as my self, not my soldier. Go."

- Carissa bursts into tears, and then reminds herself that she's Good now and can't kill everyone in the room to see it, and then stops.

Aaaaaaah what's happening??? Is it a psychic mal - he can't sense any but it's not like he's very good at things - 

- also he should not do things because the last time he tried to help people and protect them, he instead accidentally offended some political entity he'd never heard of and then almost got executed because they thought he was suspicious and decided he had killed a student? 

(Sophie is DEAD and Masozi hasn't even started processing this and he's still at the stage where even thinking about it hurts but he has to keep looking away.)

:- Are you all right?: Ramel asks Carissa. :- I can send you what I Thoughtsensed from the boy while you were, er, busy. Whenever you're ready: 

Velgarth. Supposed to - do interworld stuff - over Velgarth where She can see - 

- I don't think that counts talking to the boy, though, Iomedae had no specific concerns about him, just - let me write it down -

And she scrambles to do that. It feels impossible to forget but also she's already uncertain of a couple words.

Foresight. Right. 

Ramel will wait very quietly and patiently.

Masozi is also waiting very patiently and quietly, for rather different reasons. 

"Right," she says after a minute. "Iomedae says, first off, congratulations, you're pregnant, it's a girl. If you're doing further transit to this other world do it through Velgarth, with adequate containment so Foresight works - so not with regular intervention from Golarion clouding it. Given apparent trends in interworld accidents - or non-accidents, but I'm not causing them - you should have a routine for this and it should be a routine that puts everything very cleanly where We can see it. I can't see the child very well, don't take this as orders regarding him. ...I love you, child. Act as my self, not as my soldier. Go. 

I'm - fine, it didn't even hurt. Did you startle the kid."

"I don't think so? I - asked if he had any questions, was all."

He switches to private Mindspeech. :It seemed like it frightened him when you, er, started crying: 

Terrible how she can't murder everybody who saw that. Thank you, she says instead. 

And to the kid, "it sounds like the world you are from is different from this world. That's pretty important, so we're going to figure out what to do about it. We'll probably have lots of questions, so you should eat and drink and get comfortable, so that you can answer them without getting too tired."

Why do people keep offering him food and water before interrogating him? It's very confusing of them. 

Masozi is having a lot of trouble making himself move, so he just looks at her blankly. 

Is this what it was like for Aroden when he was trying to get who she worked for and what she was doing. No, she's pretty sure that while she was having a breakdown and cringing on the floor and so on she was also successfully answering questions out loud with her mouth and obeying clear instructions and so on. Maybe the instructions are insufficiently clear. She dumps a lot of honey into a cup of tea. "Drink this."

Masozi can follow clear instructions even when he's terrified that he'll do the wrong thing in some opaque confusing way and get murdered by powerful people! He drinks the tea, even though his hands seem to be shaking, which he hadn't noticed before. 

He's surprised that it's sweet. It reminds him of the candy that Nie Huaisang shared with him, three days and a lifetime ago. 

...Nie Huaisang is probably going to die. Wen Ning is probably going to die. Masozi has no way of DOING anything about that, anymore. It would be stupid of these people to try to rescue the children in a school in another world. 

He's - mostly not processing the fact that this is another world. Everything feel distant and floaty and half-unreal again, and most of all it feels inevitable. Like gravity, how Wei Wuxian explained it to him; like he's falling and falling and falling, but never landing, just falling in circles, on a track he no longer has any power to affect. 

He wonders, vaguely, if New York and Shanghai will end up at war after all. Maybe not - maybe now that he's gone, there's nothing left to fight over - but maybe New York will be scared about him having disappeared, maybe they'll think Lan Xichen did some sort of spell to hide him, maybe - no, he has no way of knowing, speculating is pointless - but it's going to happen, without there being anything he can do about it, and that too feels as inexorable as gravity... 

This is not great. 

Ramel...will get the terrified child a blanket, first.

And then Mindtouch Carissa. :He's thinking about - it sounds like some sort of very messy geopolitical situation, in the world he's from? I'm not entirely following it but he's scared there's going to be a war between two major powers. He seems to think he's responsible for it?: 

Fantastic! Not just a random child but a random child whose disappearance might touch off a war!

"Tell me more about the monsters that might be following you here. What do they look like?"

"Like...lots of different things? Some of them are oozy and - like liquids - some of them are sort of made of metal or stone or paper - some of them are different animals smushed together - some of them are just eyes or just teeth or just legs..." 

He can go for a while trying to fumblingly describe different varieties of mals. The Maleficaria Studies classroom had illusions of so many kinds. 

- wow the images in the kid's memory are intensely disturbing. 

She looks undisturbed. She served at the Worldwound and demons, too, come in many horrific varieties. "Are the people of your world trying in an organized way to defend themselves from mals?"

"The powerful people are? New York and Shanghai have enclaves, that's - they're in the void with just the doors attached to the normal world, I think. Mals can't go through the void. So you just have to guard the doors. ...And someone built the school." He doesn't actually remember which enclave did that, he thinks it might've said next to the blueprints when he went to memorize them but he wasn't paying as much attention to that part. 

"The school?"

"S'called the Scholomance. It's in the void. Someone really powerful decided to build it because - for when kids are growing up and more mals go after them. ...Most kids die, on the outside." 

All of his siblings. Except his baby sister, but she's not going to survive, if he can't go back for her, and he can't, and he's too far away from everything to cry but it's suddenly hard to breathe.