[ pieces of a dream. fragments. somehow, that seemed infinitely more complicated than being devoid of any and all memories. but, he does sit in silence, just respectfully listening. ] Why did they call you that...? Was that some sort of title where you're from?

[ if that is the case, then somehow he can't help but feeling like it was bit regretful. less personal somehow, but he seems to shake that off. ] You were found, but there is no one who knows who you are... [ he also seems to be repeating these facts, as if trying to comprehend how this was possible. ]