[It was a little weird to say he's gotten used to walking down the street and remembering people, but that's hardly the weirdest thing he's encountered so far. So when he's walking along the strip and recalls standing attention in a suit he'd never be able to afford for a beautiful woman? It's enough to make him stop and look around.
Nyx spots her a block ahead of him, and as much as he knows that she doesn't fit in the kaleidoscope of memory from home, there's still a bubble of joy at recognizing her.
He's already accepted that Jack and the others are going to be people he's going to continue to care for. He'd be remiss to ignore any new connections this place gives him. For better or worse he keeps remembering them, after all.
Picking up his pace, Nyx jogs across the street to where she seems to have stopped someone else for a question.]
You have so many already, but Imma add one more
Nyx spots her a block ahead of him, and as much as he knows that she doesn't fit in the kaleidoscope of memory from home, there's still a bubble of joy at recognizing her.
He's already accepted that Jack and the others are going to be people he's going to continue to care for. He'd be remiss to ignore any new connections this place gives him. For better or worse he keeps remembering them, after all.
Picking up his pace, Nyx jogs across the street to where she seems to have stopped someone else for a question.]
Ms Potts?