A broken feeling crashed through him with the attempt,  and the subsequent utter failure to remember anything from before his collision with the earth. His name, his family, his entire life simply vanished. He could hear her talking, but it was so impossibly difficult to hear anything beyond the high pitched ringing that filled his head. The stress of everything that had happened, not too mention the speed with which everything happened, felt absolutely smothering. Breath came with greater difficulty, though somehow he managed to keep his face under control.<br/><br/>She has pretty lips, he thought. He didn't know why he thought it, he just did. It felt odd that out of all the thoughts he had racing through him, that would be the one to focus on. It was then a new emotion rose from below; he was scared. He yearned for his mother, but he couldn't even remember her face. The woman he would come to know as Akira gave him a contemplative look and  he his struggle against his roiling emotions continued. Wetness gathered around the crux of his eyes. Desperately, he tried to blink it away, but he wasn't strong enough.<br/><br/>There, in front of the only person in existence that he knew in some unknown, alien place, he cried. Only a drop at first, but soon they poured in streams down a face that remained stoic. He looked up to see her gaze and said, "I'm afraid."