[The question registers and then it doesn't. Untangles a sudden thought that bursts into his mind with blinding clarity.

No one has asked him that before and-

It's an invasive question that leads to the typical 'And what about you?' the reason he avoided it in turn. This is where-

Your justice ends.

A soft laugh mixed with an acidic sigh. A hand moved to his head before he realized and-

Someone from his world is here and he needs plausible deniability when real problems start to apparate from the fucking garden. The unintentional grip on his hair a savior, as he feigns deep thought - eyes closed and recalling-

Dripping red, acrid air, a dingy low lit room-

In vivid clarity so he opens them with effort.]

Ah, I apologize. It's been difficult for me to recollect exactly. It was a rather exhausting week, if I recall, and my schedule was packed to the brim. I get nauseous whenever I try to remember-

[Skull fragments, dulled and sharp, splashed against a metal wall and thunk a loud thunk he can't recall if there was any other sound but the thunk. Adrenaline and euphoria overwhelming to the point he might have puked then-

And now.

And so he drops his hand to his side, lets an uneasy smile take over. A gentle, unassuming exhale - like that simple act takes all his problems away.]

That's not the answer you were hoping for, I'm sure - it's not amnesia or anything of the sort. When I have time to reflect, the details will come to me. For now, it only gives me a headache.

[A small wave of his hand, as he adjusts their direction with a slight turn. A looming structure in sight, no longer out of reach.

He needs to lay down.]

But tell me - what were you doing?