[There is a man with long, white hair currently sitting on the edge of a fountain in the center of some stupidly quaint, little village. Even though he's trying not to show it, he's clearly disoriented. The morning began badly with him waking in a forest, feeling bruises on his body and a dried cut on his face that he has no memory of receiving.
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[Looks at him from over her shoulder.]
Mu~, I don't think it's safe for you to stay home without your memories. So I'm going to try to find a place for you to stay.
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And please. I can handle myself. [Even so, he lengthens his stride to walk alongside her. Squalo's not sure if he wants to go back yet anyway.]
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