he cant remember his home or where he comes from or his sister or his name he doesnt know who he was or what he meant or why he ever did anything and he dies and he doesnt know why or where he goes and he wakes up he comes back and he doesn't know where he's been or where he's going and he's scared, almost, sometimes, rarely, because it's not fun not knowing, especially something as personal as his home, because thats all that matters, really, in the end. who he belongs to. where he belongs. what he wants. it almost doesnt mean anything, it almost wouldn't matter. but it matters so much, because its just as bad as losing your own soul and not being able to remember where you last saw it. mars searched far and wide for him, mars did so much for him but in the end it means nothing because he doesn't remember. he's so curious. but he never remembers. maybe, somehow, there's a possibility that he doesn't have one. nowhere to go. no one to come home to. you can't find something you don't have, after all.