Cyrus sits upright in your bed, staring at the blankets, feeling them. The texture against the valleys of his fingers felt nice - they were awakening to him.

He said nothing. He hadn't said anything since coming back from The Distortion World. Minus some grunts and groans, which weren't anything.

He awkwardly tried not to acknowledge you next to him. He was doing everything to ignore you. You didn't know why - he couldn't have been doing it out of shame. He didn't seem to remember anything.

Since taking him in, you'd read up on The Lake Guardians. Uxie can wipe your memory, Mesprit can wipe your emotions, and Azelf can wipe your willpower. And... he seemed lost. It must've been his punishment from them.

When you spoke to him, Cyrus would tense up, flinching a little, before letting his gaze wander to your hands, and then looking away.