Nalia could only sigh from his recounting. She felt for him, she did, but that didn’t solve her conundrum. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the untouched glass of alcohol he had poured for her, her mind buzzing. “Well, at the very least the mystery of who he is has been solved. I finally figured that one out. But the memory loss still confuses me. It feels more like he’d rather avoid me than feel any sort of desire or longing around me. Which, granted, I don’t think is a problem.” Though she’d never admit out loud that fact did bum her out a bit. “So I guess I can’t help him after all.”<br/><br/>With another sigh, she grabbed her glass and took a drink. The warmth spread from her throat to the rest of her body, adding more to the intoxication she’d already been feeling. Her eyes panned over from the stage where Sephiroth had been heading back to the man who sat in front of her. She really was fucking up this whole empathy thing. That’s what she was, and what she always will be it seems, a royal fuckup. “Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to bring back old memories, well...bring back certain feelings I suppose, when I asked that question. It must have been really rough for you. I really appreciate you willing to talk to me about it to help out though. You’re really sweet, thank you. I hope that you can find a new peace here.” She reached a hand over to his, lightly placing it on top of it. He might have shooed Galen away from touching him, but that didn’t seem to deter her from...basically doing the same thing.