What? Her mind raced when he started rattling off all these bands and musicians from the 80’s...but from Earth. He seems to be fanboying harder over Freddie than even her sister likely did. Unconsciously, Nalia ran after him and grabbed his wrist, stopping him at the top of the stairs, pretty much in the doorway. That may have been a mistake, but she needed to know what the hell was going on here, right here, right now. If somebody else interrupted, she wouldn’t hear them. This needed to be settled once and for all, for her own sanity....and possibly his as well, it seems.<br/><br/>“I’m not mad at you. I never was. I’m just...confused.” She looked straight at his face with furrowed brows. “Why do you sound like you’re from Earth? Not Gaia? You mention these musical artists that have never existed on Gaia. I know this for a fact because the two bands you mentioned were formed in New York City, where my sister and I are from. Nowhere on Gaia is there a New York. Midgar might be based off of my hometown, but the boroughs don’t align. No Queens, no Brooklyn. There are no skyscrapers save for Shinra Tower. And, ok, yeah, our city can have some pretty bad parts, but none are anywhere near as bad as the slums of Midgar.”<br/><br/>She sighed and shook her head, “I’m sorry. I’m rambling again. Please don’t take this the wrong way, it’s just I do know you, I know your life, but everything I’ve seen so far doesn’t seem to match what I know. You’re so talkative when before, from what I’ve experienced, it took nearly a month for you to say even one word to another, even a coworker, a brother in arms, unless it was a command. You rarely shared your thoughts with anybody, even with your friends. Yet here you are, sharing more than just your thoughts, more than your feelings, with people you’d only just met a few hours ago. And I’m speaking only of your personality before the events that take place in Nibelheim. I can only assume that you haven’t gone there yet, otherwise I doubt very heavily you would be this level-headed.”<br/><br/>She finally let go of his wrist and ran her fingers through her hair, averting her eyes, this time not to avoid him, but to stare at the wood paneling of the counter, trying to gather her thoughts as if they were sheets of paper upon the bar. Going through every detail of him, his world, every single piece of information she’d had stored in her brain, yet nothing seemed to add up. Finally, with one last sigh, she turned her gaze back to him once more, “maybe...I’m looking at this the wrong way. You say you were having memory issues. Regale to me what you<i>can</i>remember. Maybe, once I know what you know, it can help me sort this all out, and maybe then I can help with the holes...maybe.” She thought back on to how Axle seemed to think about, to remember, certain memories from his past apparently just from talking to Nalia. If her knowledge doesn’t help, she could possibly find out from Axle where he felt his sudden flashbacks most strongly and she’ll try to replicate the scenario. But, before she’d even attempt that, she’d need Sephiroth’s answer first.