He couldn't really remember much of his past anymore which was somewhat unfortunate since he was sure he used to be proud of what he did. Who he was. Now there was nothing. After a year or so of living as someone's pet, it'd just been easier to just try and forget it all. As far as he was concerned, being the last of his kind was what'd gotten him into this mess in the first place. So as much as it hurt, he'd made himself forget. It was easier this way.