Well. [This is the part he hates, the part where he wants to be optimistic but life's kicked him enough to know better. He keeps feeding little bits of pretzel to the dogs, his appetite dropping to a phenomenal low, eyes trained on paws dancing against the floor for a long period of time - how does he answer this? With the brutal honesty he's been giving himself, as not to get his hopes up? Or with something of a gentler care, for Lucina's sake. It's weird, but he thinks she's more deserving of anything but false promises.]

I don't know if they're good odds, but there's a chance. People come and go, usually you know by a month - that's what I've heard? When, when... my ex-girlfriend here disappeared, she came back a month or so later. But she was different, didn't remember anything. Anyone. So that's always a possibility.