“Heh, yeah? I uh... Scary, huh. I don’t remember everything, I guess. Was pretty blurry, but somehow... you weren’t. Remember that much,” Malba softly admitted, allowing his own thoughts to wander back to their first encounter. A lot of those first days were a blur, touch and go or whatever, sure, but he... Malba had never forgotten his first look at the boy, those cloudy eyes, not for one moment had his image truly faded, even when everything else had, always somewhere in the back of his spectacularly jumbled head. “H-heh, guess... guess it’d be kind of hard to keep you warm or make you food if I hadn’t stuck around, huh?”