... oh. The bottom falls out of his world. The boy he was would have pulled the red flags from her words and braided them five different ways by now. But Sparrow skips over the collisions, the coincidences, and offers her a smile. "Just me doesn't seem to be very good currency here, a lot of the time, does it?

"I'm Goro Akechi, by the way, known as Sparrow. Tweet, tweet?" It's a joke; maybe she'll cheer up? "I think the others have gone to bed, haven't they? Can I walk you home?"

Not that he thinks she needs it. But it seems like she might need to talk. And he doesn't want to be alone either; never has. Not even in the life he's forgotten.