There was a faint moment of sadness, the slight lowering of his ears and loneliness in his eyes. Oh how terrible it was to not remember a single thing about his life before. Inside a voice felt like it was screaming at him, somehow trying to steer him in the right path. But nothing was coming to his mind, no trace of memories of what came before. So for now, he put it to rest. Instead Daisuke simply nodded, then looked to the chicken that she had torn asunder.

A leg was brought to him with kindness and generosity. Oh thank you. That is very kind. Forgive me, I just didn't want to be rude. You did earn that for yourself after all. Daisuke took it with great gratitude, biting into the leg and tearing meat from the bone. A good meal to have with good companionship. Looks like not all was bleak. No, she was a sign that there was still hope. He just had to hold on to it.