[Darin pauses to spare a glance around the noisy bar. It was fair to assume most of the patrons were like himself and Lucina; that they'd lost their memories and only had vague ideas of the lives they formerly had at best.]

[But not everyone was full of anxiety and trepidation. Sure, Darin had questions. Tons of them, as anyone in this position would have. But what would agonizing over any of this get him?]

There's nothing wrong with you, you know.

[He doesn't know if that's what's bothering her, but he isn't really the type to worry about being wrong.]

People cope with things differently. We're all dealing with a shared loss of identity and...in a way, it lets people just...be who they are without any pretenses. People grow up to be someone molded by experiences and trauma and we just try and get along as best as we can. Take all of that away and you're left with...well, who you are at your core. At least, that's what I believe.

[He offers her a smile.]

You're not weird for worrying. If anything, this just means that you're conscious of others and of yourself. That's not a bad thing.