Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20191017222741/@comment-36159587-20191018001049

Oof.

Galaxian needed to rack his mind for Magnus' name and impressions; for the past few weeks/months, he'd been suffering from the aftereffects of being friendly to people who'd he'd known as murderers in the time before his memory loss. All he could summon up for Magnus in his mental archive was a few music notes and what he remembered were kind words, so he took the risk and bounded up to the cluster of sentient beings, giving a grin to everyone. "Hey, all."