Quatre actually kind of liked the work. It wasn't too hard - just a lot of carrying stuff and the like - and generally the people were grateful for the food to be brought over to them, so that was nice.

But as the door opened and more people came in, Quatre couldn't help but watch as well, wincing slightly from the strong emotions coming off them. He tried not to focus on that though.

"It's... it's hard. My friend had amnesia for a while and didn't remember anything. I can't even imagine what it was like for him."

And now seeing so many people with it.