[ Displaced from any major worries, he briefly wonders why he would need company while he slept, then he remembers (not much, but) how the island is being run by the droids. It's not reassuring. Looking down at his mostly empty plate, he frowns when asked his name.
... He has one, he's sure. It eludes his tongue, though. ]
I don't know. [ Cana, that's her name. Why doesn't he know his own? ] That's weird, isn't it. Not knowing.
[ After a moment's debate, he pushes his plate away. ]
no subject
... He has one, he's sure. It eludes his tongue, though. ]
I don't know. [ Cana, that's her name. Why doesn't he know his own? ] That's weird, isn't it. Not knowing.
[ After a moment's debate, he pushes his plate away. ]