[The week in the hospital went a long way towards Nyx being a functional adult again. He'd remembered a few more things, but all they amounted to were scattered center pieces of a jigsaw puzzle with no box.
He might have had a lot of time on his hands.
Having charmed the hospital staff out of some spare clothes, Nyx was all set to handle the cold as he follows Jack through the doors. He hated that he couldn't remember where they got the egg, but something about it seemed familiar. Maybe something he saw on tv? That was the most likely option, seeing as giant mutant chickens were right out.
He adjusts his jacket over his sling (military, he knows that much now. He remembers fighting in a war. Is almost certain now that Libertus, Crowe, and Pelna weren't just his best friends. They were family in a way that didn't happen until you've saved someone's life.) and breathes the thin air as deeply as he can. It doesn't smell so much like cleaner and anti-septic out here.
Scuffing his boot against the road, Nyx glances at Jack. It was weird that they'd both lost their memories in the accident, right? The odds of that happening were absurd, and they weren't the only ones.
His mind remains stubbornly foggy, running the same questions over and over.]
III. because why would he miss this adventure?
He might have had a lot of time on his hands.
Having charmed the hospital staff out of some spare clothes, Nyx was all set to handle the cold as he follows Jack through the doors. He hated that he couldn't remember where they got the egg, but something about it seemed familiar. Maybe something he saw on tv? That was the most likely option, seeing as giant mutant chickens were right out.
He adjusts his jacket over his sling (military, he knows that much now. He remembers fighting in a war. Is almost certain now that Libertus, Crowe, and Pelna weren't just his best friends. They were family in a way that didn't happen until you've saved someone's life.) and breathes the thin air as deeply as he can. It doesn't smell so much like cleaner and anti-septic out here.
Scuffing his boot against the road, Nyx glances at Jack. It was weird that they'd both lost their memories in the accident, right? The odds of that happening were absurd, and they weren't the only ones.
His mind remains stubbornly foggy, running the same questions over and over.]
Do you know where we're going?