[It was odd to feel that. The warmth of Roku's hand reminded him of the friend he lived with here in Luceti more than anything. The young man, much like him, who lived somewhere in that body beneath all that beard.]

You didn't? What do you mean? You think you're just here for... for a while? [He glances around, as if grasping for a hope.] But - Maybe they're just late! Your wings and your book. Maybe they'll show up any second!

[He remembers breaking his bond with Roku very clearly. He doesn't know why he feels so desperate to hold onto him.

Maybe because it's been almost two years now and he keeps losing the people closest to him. And he fears more may disappear. Regardless of what had happened back home... he feels like he needs Roku more than ever.]