Gregor looks at the gas mask hanging by his seat—Yuri's gas mask; her death had effected him, especially since she was around the same age as his younger sister. He sighs and covers his face with his hand for a few moments, then runs his fingers through his hair, his bug arm remaining on his lap.

"Hey manager bud..."

Gregor calls out in a hunted tone.

"I know it’s not the most flattering thing to say to a pal suffering from amnesia… But, I sometimes think there are a few memories I could do without. You get what I’m saying? It’s like waiting for the end of a war that’ll never come."