[Obviously out of the question - the possibility doesn't even occur to Sebastian either.
(Sebastian is always very smart like that.)
Instead, he watches as Chise reaches for the feather, thinking to himself that if he must be stuck watching memories, there certainly could be duller ones than those of miss Chise. All in all, it could be wor--]
[This time, the quiet of the dreamscape - engulfing them once more - is broken by laughter, as a strange shape, all jagged swirling shadows, tears an oddly dressed group of people apart limb by limb. The scene shifts: the shadows melt into Sebastian, eyes glowing red, pledging his loyalty to his new master.]