"I can't remember." He says, and he starts crying. "They ran after it happened, but I don't know who the target would have been. I just wish it wasn't me."
He sighs. "I'm increasingly convinced it wasn't an accident. That someone intentionally staged it." He covers his eyes, "but that I wasn't the intended target."
"It's just a replaying of my head injury." He explains hesitantly. "But," he starts to say something else but stops, "I'd rather not say. I wouldn't want to worry you."
He explains anyways, "I just get irritable when I don't get enough sleep." He says.
There's obviously something else on his mind that he's not telling you.
they're not here yet...
Revi walked into town, heading to the arranged meeting place. They liked to be "fashionably late" to all groups they were guiding.
"Yeah, but why is he so scary all the time?" Fyre says, still looking distracted. "Any sensible person would be asleep right no-" Fyre catches himself, "Right, I forgot you're not nocturnal."