"It's... not?" He looks genuinely confused. "She can be kind of abrupt sometimes, but I think I've talked more in the two weeks since I got here than in the last... three years."

So, you know. Not big on conversation on his end, either.

"I don't really care that she took my memories. I'm glad I got to clean things up, but -" He holds a hand to his chest. ... He'd have lost all of those memories of Reiji. He doesn't want to forget his friend, but... that feeling of something squeezing his heart is back.

He wheels around and punches the carriage wall at full force. There's a resounding crack and the metal around them shakes for a moment before it settles. He pulls his fist back and there's no damage to the wall.

... It doesn't help. He's starting to feel like he can't breathe, and he clutches the lip of the counter desperately.