Steven was in Alola at the same time as Childermass, but he hadn't quite been on his radar to the same degree. With the weight of the knowledge he has now, this aesthetic is completely bewildering. Lambert is here but... he looked like Ignatius... and then Childermass? But with a flowery shirt?

"Why... is Childermass on vacation?" Steven asks foggily, leaning against Yuya as he tries to work out how to move again. It's not that he doesn't intellectually know that is Lambert, apparently, but right in this moment the nature of the illusion is all he can think about.

Drops of shiny pink blood drip down his chin and neck, already beginning to crystallize.