No need to apologize. It's not the first time I've had to be on my own, and it won't be the last. At least the small talk fills the air with more than blood.

[His chuckle is weak as he works to finish up the bandaging up onto his wrist and palm, before trying to assess the wound closer to his back. Ough he's not flexible enough for this...]

Until I found my partner, the lack of my memory didn't bother me deeply. I've come to peace with the fact that I will never remember everything. I can try to find ways to keep those most important things intact, but I'm of no special clan or bloodline. Inevitably, my memory or my methods will fail.

Even should I forget something that felt critical to me, I know it can't stop me from moving forward with what's important. And right now, that is the safety of all of you.