[There's a moment pause from the man staring out at the desert. Clad in dark browns and black, he looks at him. Then nods,] We should be not that far from town.
But, that's subjective here. [Yet the wind starts to blow at their backs and the sense of time moving seems to begin. Diluc adjusts his gloves and motions for him to follow. He's seen this man before.] I know you.
[No sense getting around that. Memories are all they have here.]
A little lost
But, that's subjective here. [Yet the wind starts to blow at their backs and the sense of time moving seems to begin. Diluc adjusts his gloves and motions for him to follow. He's seen this man before.] I know you.
[No sense getting around that. Memories are all they have here.]