Yeah. He wanted to go to a city called December, but we were separated before arriving. [ and he doesn't know what city he's in now, not when he hasn't found a map or any indication of where he could be.

nai tilts his head as he thinks, bringing a hand up to tug at his own hair. ] There were some darker streaks, definitely... I wanted to ask him why his hair looked like that, but...

[ he kind of had a breakdown and the conversation never got to that point. ugh. ] Is that what happens when you're older? [ but when he looks up to knives' hair... ] I don't see any in your hair.