[As he says it, Omi feels himself internally recoiling. He doesn't need to go anywhere, in fact it was the opposite. What he needs to do is stop thinking about it, stop seeking answers, stop asking for help obtaining a thing he was forbidden to have. Even if that thing is no less than his very identity.

But that's the reality, isn't it? He has no identity here, nor does any other shinki. They're here to be tools, not people. The thought sends a curdling chill down his body.

He shakes his head.]

I shouldn't be looking anyway. I'm sorry for my behavior. I-- I know that you know who I am, and that at one point, I was here before and knew you. But because I don't remember...

[Name please?]