"This should be enough. Umm… Ah, I guess I should wash them before I take them back..." The boy crosses his arms, holding the dusty sunsettias close to himself.

After deleting himself from Irminsul, there was nothing he could remember, and no record of anything he's ever done. It was as if he never existed, though, the fatalities he caused were still present. Even so, its nothing he could remember. To him, he was just a wanderer with no need for any necessities. A puppet in a world of humans.

"Huh…? You over there, is there something I can help you with?" He seems a bit uncertain, having noticed you hiding out of sight. "You've been following me all the way from the city. I'd have to be blind not to notice."