A strangely unemotional narrator who seems to sleepwalk through events, Severian is by training meant to be unemotional. His love for his captive, Thecla seems to mark his doom, forcing him to leave the only life he has known or understood. Random events are introduced, to give a sense of realism, rather like a diary entry...they do not reappear. The environment is lush, well-described, as much a character in the story as the narrator. Characters appear, motives are subscribed, foolish things occur without warning on a regular basis....and yet the whole thing is written as a dream in which there is no beginning and no end, no stopping, no considering, nothing but the facts laid bare for the reader's eyes to see and judge as they may. Which again makes sense, as Severian cannot judge - he was only trained to follow the order of his guild.