His head doesn't rest on my shoulder nearly long enough, not even close to long enough, before he sits up straight again, bouncing a bit.

I watch him for a moment, only half hearing his ramble after he says he always wants to reach me.

"'I'm no longer the hand that you should be grasping."

Those words echo in my mind. The last I spoke as a Greeed. The last I spoke to Eiji before he found me lost and confused in a park. Recently revived and at a loss as to who I even was.

I still don't know who I am. I know who I was now. But not who I am. Not who I'm becoming.

The person I'm becoming scares me sometimes. The person I was scares me all the time.

"We need to talk." I say suddenly. Then 'tch' at myself. That was a very poor choice of words.

I shake my head to dismiss those words. "We need to talk to each other." I say, much more carefully, and with pointed emphasis.