Gojyo just nods at the timeframe, still mostly thinking about the returned memories issue instead. A month isn't so long. He lost his arm about a month ago.

"I didn't remember anything when Genjo disappeared. He was only my god for a few days, though." A few days, and really, they'd only spoken the once. He'd been a rude, violent, chainsmoking asshole, Gojyo recalls. He thinks they might have been friends. "But the same night they sent me to him to be his shinki, they gave me a memory of him, chantin' a prayer." He looks up, at Hakkai. "You were there. Do you remember that, too?"