Ehmoi let his eyes unfocus. He could smell the rum. He didn't mind that smell.
Rum from sugar cane, right? Ehmoi remembered sugar cane chunks in the market imported, gray dapple horse that pulled the merchants cart the grey eyed girl sitting up high sneaking him a piece when her father wasn't looking.
It was a bright, clean memory from before. He stared at Trowa's hand. Wondered how he'd gotten here. Again.
"I should not have left the room," he said softly. "I didn't know the door would lock. Like that."