So he's been here for quite some time. Interesting. He's curious on how being in a place with nothing to do can affect someone's character and mindset. In his case it always felt like he was struggling to catch up with time- watching it slip off from his hands like the rest of his ambitions and goals.

"Stories and memories are fragile, you know?" he offers him a small smile. "I am glad you were able to move forward with coming here- I have tried to do that for too long." He looks down at the ground then crosses his arms to his chest.

He shoots him a careful look. "Who are you really, Dove? I can't seem to place my finger on it but there is something I feel like...like its missing."