As Kotah and Ezael followed, they looked lost, confused, and in ways, somewhat dazed. Their minds were still hazed over, and they couldn't think, because there was really nothing to think about anymore. Except questions, and those came out more than they had when they were first matured to five. At least then they knew who they were. Now? Everything was practically a mystery to them.
"Where are we going?" Kotah asked, looking up at the person he was being led by. "I don't like it. I'm... scared." Immediately without warning, Kotah stopped walking, which resulted in Ezael running into him as they both tumbled to the ground in a pile. Kotah didn't know why, but he felt a foreboding sense around him, like something was wrong, or something was to happen. Almost like a clairvoyant warning.
Was it some piece of memory that stayed behind? Or just an innate ability of their race? It wasn't really clear as the children didn't know themselves. But Kotah knew he felt fear, and that was enough for Ezael to follow suit.